Dr. Cockroach and Mr. James Justin Time
Of all of my mentors, Dr. Cockroach had to be the weirdest. In fact, he didn't even know that he was my favorite {never less a} mentor. He was just different. And that was what I liked about him.
In the afternoons I would watch him from the door that was always opened a creak. That all changed one evening, though. I was walking back from the restroom, when I saw him. Instead of the walking, talking, and human sized cockroach he was, Dr. Cockroach was human! He had dark shaggy brown hair, the same yellow eyes, and wore a shirt and a pair of pants. He was also leaving Area 51! I walked up to him. ''Dr. Cockroach?" Dr. Cockroach turned to me. "I'm sorry, child, but I am not this Dr. Cockroach you speak of. I am Mr. James Justin Time." "Then what are you doing here?" Mr. James frowned. "I really don't know. I don't remember a thing other than my name." I tilted my head at him. I knew who he was, but ,yet, I could not tell. Mr. James must've been who Dr. Cockroach was before the accident. I didn't have the heart to tell him. "Can I at least come with you?" Mr. James smiled kindly. "Of course."
Susan
The next morning I spent three hours looking for Dr. Cockroach. He wasn't in the garbage, looking for supplies, in the café, hanging with Link, or even in his room. His room was destastores. Looking under every fallen thing, I feared the worst. That's when I found a recorder. I turned it on. "Here I am, women and jets, as I, Dr. Cockroach, does the unthinkable! I shall make a portal with this machine that takes me into the past." But as Dr. C turned on the machine, it went haywire. It shot him with an eligible light, and something emerged from Dr. C. It was what I think was his former past!
Sweden
"And that ain't country," the music player sang. I, personally, wanted to grab that thing and beat it to a pulp. We were in Mr. James {the General's} car. Mr. James , though, hadn't stealed it. I had persuaded the General to let me borrow it. "So, who are you?" "I'm Sweden. I'm an alien." {Mr. James had almost fainted there.} "A what!?" "Alien. Don't worry, I'm only here for a report." Mr. James nodded. "So, what was I? Your experiment?" "No! Me and you were friends!" "Good. But, what was you and I doing in the desert?" I swallowed hard. I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't tell the truth either. "You got hurt and wandered off," I manged. "Okay. You want to sleep there tonight? I'm awfully tired." By that time, we had got to the nearest town with the ugliest hotel I've ever seen. But with Dr. Cockroach hurt, I had no choice in the matter. "Sure."
Inside the hotel room was no different. ugliness. Mr. James went straight to bed. I, however, couldn't. I didn't know what to do. Call Susan? Nooooo, she'll kill me. Go back in time and stop all this? Good plan, but ,sadly, I didn't have anything to build a time machine. My intergerlateit phone rang. It was Coverton. "Sweden, keep Dr. Cockroach under your control," he whispered. "Together, we can rule the world!" That's when I hung up, only to be called by Susan. "Sweden, where is Dr. C, and what have you done to him!" I hung up faster than a jack-rabbit.