I kept my head down and eyes closed, ignoring whoever had entered the room. Apparently they didn't like to be ignored because they gave a short, pompous "tut-tut" and tapped me on the head.

"Yes?" I slowly lifted my head from the table and looked at the person. It was a woman in her late 40's who was standing before me and the table. She wore a clean crisp skirt-suit outfit or uniform thing, high heels, stockings, a watch, black rimmed glasses, and not a single hair was out of place in that tight bun of hers that seemed to pull her face back and give her a permanently evil glare.

She was also studying me with her eyes, like a hawk studying its prey before it strikes and kills. She did this while she placed her briefcase quickly on the table and sat down. She also pulled out a large folder with "Unknown" as a label on it. She opened it up and I was shocked and yet unsurprised to see a picture of me from the shoulders up. I could tell from the photograph that I had been naked at the time of the photo. Apparently they had put my clothes back on me. This gave me a really creepy feeling that they had been looking at me and possibly doing other things without my knowledge. I shivered and closed my eyes trying to get rid of the feeling.

She had also pulled out a paper and was skimming it, but I was trying to read the paper upside down. To no avail did it work.

"Alright then I'm going to ask you some questions. You are going to give me answers. This is not an option. If you want, I can call in a guard and he can hit you whenever you don't cooperate. Is this a deal?" She had this annoyingly high pitched voice that would make anyone's hair curl and you to throw your hands over your ears. I looked her straight in the eye, but they gave nothing away.

"Deal on one condition I get to ask you three questions first. Deal?"

"Alright, but make it fast." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked like she had just made a deal with the devil and was regretting it.

"First who are you?"

"Mrs. Dunham."

"Secondly, where am I?'

"Sector four of the Quantico Quadrant of North America of Earth."

My mouth shot open. Earth? How could that be remotely possible? I must be in the future. That's the only logical reason. By the time this thing was over, I was going to need a lot of counseling and psychiatric help.

"Thirdly, what is it that you think I am?"

"We don't know. All that we know is that you suddenly appeared in the forest around our compound. This is the highest ranking facility of North America and there is no way we are going to endanger the. Now, that was three questions so it is my turn. What is your name?"

"Tyme."