For about half an hour I have been gathering my thoughts while looking outside in this comfy chair.
All this time I have been absentmindedly petting the plushie, scratching its head. It's a white mouse-like eh...'thing'.
Then without warning I see a doctor standing next to me, he definitely noticed me petting the plushie...oh no...
I quickly put it on a nearby table. What does he think of me now...
"Roland?"
"Eh...yes doctor? What can I do for you?"
The doctor smiles, but he doesn't introduce himself. Rude. But I decided to let it slide.
"The police informed us that they need more time to do a background check on you, so if you don't mind, we would like to have you as our guest here for a few days."
"Ehhh. But I would rather not." I grimaced. I don't think I can survive that long here. Sure they're nice, but still, it feels like imprisonment.
"Well, it's not really an invitation, more like a notice. Our staff have just discussed your situation, and we also would like to observe you for a few days longer if you will."
"But what did I do wrong!, doctor?"
"Nothing!, nothing at all. But you might be having some memory problems, Amnesia perhaps, so we're going to investigate that a bit further.
And while we investigate that, it's just safer for you to be here, understand?"
"What about medication?"
"What about it?"
Man, is he slow today? "Well are you going to you know drug me?"
"Ah!, I see now. No, not at all. You will have your own room here for a few days. Just think about it as a mini-holiday per say, okay? We just need a few more days, that's all. I promise."
"Well, I don't think I have a choice, do I?" I said knowing the outcome
"Honestly, no. But that's only for your protection. It might be difficult to believe me, but if all goes well, you can be on your merry way in a few days."
"Doc, what about this bodysuit? Did you find a way to get it off me?" Mary hasn't touched the subject anymore so I might as well ask from the source.
"Eh, no. We're still investigating. We might give you another physical exam, but again we need some more time, I hope you understand.
Maybe we can release you sooner if we can track down your family, caretaker or Guardian."
Ah, he's switching subjects isn't he, but I noticed...wait what? Caretaker, Guardian? He means....that he expects there's someone keeping an eye on me all the time? No....is he really serious?
Well, it's really all very confusing at the moment. A mini-holiday doesn't sound too bad, maybe it's for the best yep... I guess.
"Alright then. I can survive for a few more days, doc."
"Excellent!, I will have Mary assigned to you. See you soon, Roland."
And the rude doctor then just leaves me be.
I hear some sounds coming from my left, it's coming from...from the wall.
The TV, it's not broken after all! Yippee!
Someone's flipping through all the channels at lightspeed, so it might become broken if they continue like that.
A nurse takes over the remote control and settles for the Weather Channel....nice, just what we need, more boring stuff. At least there's some music playing in the background now.
After watching the weather reports for another half an hour, I feel like I know all global weather forecasts for the foreseeable future.
There are many mentions of heavy rain, hail storms and more than average tornadoes though. Also in Italy and Rome, weird, right?
They don't normally have tornadoes there, do they? Well, it must be global warming at work here, nothing for me to worry about though.
I return to my view of the garden and feel relaxed already. I See a sparrow is chasing a squirrel, that's....
But my relaxing view time is interrupted by the reflection of a man entering the common room.
He's obviously scanning the room, trying to find someone it seems.
Oh no....
  Uh-oh 
He saw me...
He's focused on me now. I instinctively want to get away, but it's no use. He's coming right for me!.
I turn to face him.
A man dressed in a black suit. A Black jacket, a spotless white shirt. And A black tie. He makes eye contact with me and stops next to my chair.
My smile vanishes in an instant.
Even his shoes are black and well polished. Ah, I shouldn't forget to mention his shiny black sunglasses. Why would anyone wear sunglasses inside? Whatever forget that.
"Roland Mouse, I presume?" He takes off his sunglasses. Finally, otherwise it's just plain rude.
I sigh. "Yep, you found him alright." I stand up and face him, then we shake hands.
"Roland, I'm Swan Smith. Would you please follow me? We have some 'questions' for you."
I cross my arms to show my disinterest.
"Really? Why? What business could you possibly have with me? I just got here recently."
"We received a rather interesting report from the police that merited further 'investigation'. That's all." He said.
"For crying out loud!. Heck, I even dedicated an article to you people!. You are from one of those secretive government agencies, aren't you?" I pointed at him showing how upset I am.
"Nooo!...not at all Roland, that's just your imagination. I'm from the ATF, just investigating what happened to you that's all." His expression is emotionless, but at least he shows his ID.
I take it in my hands to examine for a moment, then return his ID. Is it even real? It really says "Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives." Looks genuine enough though.
But why the ATF? I don't understand those government agencies at all.
Really? Oh god, when does this nightmare going to end?
"Mr Smith, listen to me. I'm just a Joe average Guy. I paid my taxes on time and I didn't do anything wrong. I can't possibly be interesting to you at all!"
"Again Roland, will you please follow me? We can talk in a more 'private' environment later."
Ooooh boy, he doesn't look amused at all.
" Oh No, I won't!. I don't trust you or anyone else for that matter. First someone pranks me and makes me look like this...." I point to myself,
"and then they put me here in this place of all places....and then the men in black comes for me. Hate to tell you bud, but I'm no alien!" I shouted that last part.
Before Swan can reply, one of the patients shouts "I'm an alien!!!"
I facepalm, and say while pointing at that person "there is your alien. Go bother them not me, I just want out of here and go home!"
A nearby nurse glares at me for upsetting the patients, I only shrug at her.
"I promise you that no one will harm you. Now I ask you one last time" he paused look directly into my eyes
"will you join me on a little 'trip'....or do I need to talk to the staff here and have them move you? Either way, you are coming with me," Swan says. He remains calm, but his tone of voice says he's serious about that threat.
"Ooooh no no no!, I'm not going to some secret base or something!...." I took a step back, emphasizing my desire to stay.
I don't want to go with him!
I don't know why but I kinda getting a little scared here....
"Doctor Tom to isolation room 3, Doctor Tom to isolation room 3." The intercom interrupts our little discussion to my annoyance.
"Really? Would you rather remain....here??" Swan says, while looking around at the other guests.
" Yeah!....uh Ehhh...alright, you win. It's not like I have a choice anyways. When do we leave?" I asked nonchalantly.
Swan smiles, and says "Right now."
"Um Don't you need to sign some release papers or something? Procedures and stuff"
"Nope!. It's Already taken care of. Now please follow me, Roland."
God, that guy is hella creepy!, but I have no choice. I need to get out of here! And they are going to take me with them,
whether I want to or not. I followed him outside of the room, while the lady from before winks and says "bye bye pretty kitty!."
I wave at her and give her an honest smile. When we approach the front door, I ask the receptionist "could you please tell Mary that I'm grateful for her help?"
"Sure, and stay healthy Roland." The receptionist says. No idea why, but perhaps they told them I am cured or something similar like that.
When we are finally standing outside, I take in the much needed cold, but fresh Cold air. I wasn't awake when they brought me here, so I have no idea where this place is. This seems to be a residential area, not much traffic, but most of the buildings seem quite old.
"Please, get in the car Roland." Swan motions for me to get in a black well polished, super shiny not suspicious SUV. Even the wheels are factory-style squeaky clean.
This is getting more creepy.
Swan opens the car's rear side door on the driver's side of the car and motions me to get into the car.
Swan steps inside from the other side.
Then the doors are locked all at once
...there is no escaping now.
I can't even see the driver from here, there's a dark glass panel blocking my view.
While I'm still trying to focus on the driver, I feel a small prick in my neck.
I instinctively swat that place as if I was stung by a mosquito.
"We need you to sleep for a little while Roland." Swan says.
"What? Why.....would.....you.... do tha-...."
And I already fell asleep.