Mike cut her off, and whispered, "Sarah, I need you to pretend to be my mom. I don't have time to explain. I have to answer the door right now, and I have to have you pretend to be my mom." There was a BANG on the door, followed by a muffled, "OPEN UP RIGHT NOW!"
"Why would you... Mike? Mike? What are you doing at..." she said. And she continued to speak as Mike went on.
"I have no time to explain," Mike said, "I have to answer the door, and you have to pretend to be my mom. My life, and your life, and Lance's life, depends on it. Please! Please Sarah!"
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"I don't have time to explain." Mike opened the door.
"I just talked with your mother, and she says you never talked to her. What's going on in here."
Crap! Was I that long reading Lance's blog? "I gotta go," I said into the phone, and hung up. Now I was facing an angry cop.
"Look," he said, "I don't know what you have going on here, but you have to listen to what I said. you have to take care of yourself."
Hugh? What's he talking about. Yet as Mike thought that, he saw the blood on Officer Chuck's shirt, and unlocked the screen door, and opened the screen door. And Officer Chuck stumbled into the living room.
"Sit down! Sit down!" Mike said, helping, the best he could with his meager frame, the office to the ground. He sat in the middle of the living room, with the officer on the floor. He was lying right over the spot Mike found the pool of blood and the gun when he arrived.
"Officer Chuck, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were shot?"
"It was the aliens, Mike," Chuck looked up at Mike, grabbing Mikes collar. "I just want you to know that Lance was right. Lance was right, Mike. I didn't want to believe him, but you have to. You have to do whatever you can to prove Lance right, even if that means...," blood started pouring from Officer Chuck's mouth.
"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it," Mike said, tears rushing over his face.
"Don't... leave this house!"
"Please don't die. Please don't die, officer Chuck." Yet despite his plea, officer Mike's eyes froze, as if in a state. His breathing stopped. And Mike thought about jumping on his chest, but there was so much blood, that even at his young age, he didn't think it would do any good. Officer Chuck was dead.
Mike didn't know what to do. He decided to phone Sarah, but he couldn't find the phone. He reached into his front pocket, and his phone wasn't there. His wallet was missing, and now his i-phone. And now he had a dead man on his floor. And then he saw Lance's i-phone lying next to the dead body, covered in blood. And Lance's i-phone rang.
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