They're Calling for You - ep II

She'd snuck away from the group tour guide and into what looked like a private room. Clean and cold, Carol was sure this was what she'd needed. She'd shouted the words that came to mind with the sheer joy of discovery. In the middle of writing them down a large hulk slunk in with oatmeal sprinkled in his beard. His eyes were on her, sapping away her creativity.

"Who're you?" he'd asked. Before she could answer he brushed passed her to an apparatus. He turned beet red, but his voice remained calm.

"What did you do?"

Whatever it was had bubbled over and it smelled like mint and leather.

It must not have been a HazMat situation; he didn't even bother to put on gloves before he touched it.

She was about to slip out when another lab coat came in, bumping into her. He smiled.

"Carol?" he'd said.

"Do I know you?" she'd asked.

She shuddered at the semi-bloody blur that followed. Henry had been so quick on his feet she hadn't had time to think. Complete strangers attacking them. Why? They'd taken a real chance by getting on that plane and it had barely worked. The puddle-jumper only had one other passenger and the pilot. By the time they had landed Henry had had to press on two points in the man's neck and make him pass out. And now he was getting them a rental car to some cabin in the woods until this was over.

"Carol?" a man with a pencil mustache said. He grabbed her hand and began stroking it. She tried to pull away but he held it firmly.

"Carol!" he cried. She looked around. People were starting to watch.

"Look, I don't know what you people want," she said. "Let me go!"