the boy slowly smiled as he realized he would not be facing them alone.
“Oh… they don’t know about you, Mr. Smith. You will be there with me and they will never know you even exist. No, they don’t know about you Mr. Smith. But I do.”
Mr. Smith was the alien that could control people’s bodies without them realizing he was there.
The boy had learned how to talk to Mr. Smith and how to listen sometimes, even if they didn’t always hear or understand one other, during all their earlier adventures.
Just then, I woke up, my left hand bent by my right elbow at the wrist. I unpinned my left hand and the feeling began to slowly return to my left hand and arm.
I slowly smiled as the realization came upon me:
“I Know Who You Are, Mr Smith.”
The boy began to fade away.
I now faced Mr. Smith, alone.
“You are the peripheral nervous system, aren’t you?”
Mr. Smith signaled his presence by sending nerve impulses up my left hand and arm to my brain, indicating where it is in space as my hand and arm are now fully awakened.
“You’ve been with me the entire time.
Thank you, Mr. Smith.
I will tell them about you now.”
I began to write.