Cleanup was almost done. The proper authorities had come around and done their thing, and for some reason, when he walked into the studio just ten minutes later, the tentacles and Monster Amy and the ooze was all gone, completely wiped away.

So he just stood there, wrapped in his blanket and drinking another cup of coffee, his thoughts pulsating and running together, trying to make sense out of a situation that had none.

"Mr. Dixon? May we have a word?"

Danny turned around to see the same two people who took down Monster Amy. The tall man was staring straight at him, and the girl was staring at his coffee.

Before he could thank them, they both pulled out badges that folded out and revealed their IDs. The man spoke first.

"My name is Special Agent Mark Donahue, and this is my partner…"

"Agent Maddie Nelson," she said.

"We're with the F.B.I. Would you mind if we asked you a few questions about what you witnessed this morning?"

Danny's eyes widened as he stared at the both of them.

"You're with the F.B.I.? Wow, you guys sure get here fast."

The taller man smiled down at him, but was clearly all-business at this point.

"You flatter us, Mr. Dixon, now about those questions…"

"Where'd you get that?"

Maddie Nelson was pointing at his coffee cup. Danny looked over at the man, who was chewing his lip slightly and turning toward her. Danny answered.

"Erm….in the….break…room?"

"I vote we move the questioning to the break room, boss."

He was fixing her with a derisive look, and Danny saw her hold up her hands in surrender.

"Or we could be all work. Your call."

The man smiled satisfyingly and turned back to Danny.

"Now, Daniel. May I call you Danny? Just easier."

"Yeah, sure, everyone else does."

The man pulled out a notepad and began to grill him.

"Now, tell us exactly what you saw this morning."

Danny looked at the man, then the girl, then back at him, then back at her. Wasn't it obvious?

"Um….I saw one of our main anchors grow two gigantic tentacles for arms and try to crush me to death with our cameras."

"You thought you saw this."

"Erm…no, I definitely saw it. Didn't you two? You were the ones who shot it."

The two of them looked at each other, then back at him. This time she led off.

"When did what you think you saw happen?

"Um…I still saw it. It still happened, and it was right after this shrill ringing noise went off in my headphones and in her earpiece. Must have driven her nuts…and then mutated her, I guess."

Danny saw the two of them look at each other again, this time with a look of recognition on both of their faces. The man closed the notepad and stuffed it inside his dark gray smoking jacket.

"Mr. Dixon, I do believe you need some rest. It must have been a long evening for you if you're talking about seeing these sorts of things."

Now Danny shot his arms out at his sides in frustration.

"What are you talking about? I know what I saw!"

This time the girl chimed in.

"Well, what's easier to believe? The fact that you just saw a mutated news babe try to make you her mashed potatoes, or that it was just the product of your fatigue after an overnight shift?"

Danny's mouth hung agape. What the hell was he hearing?

"Um, no. I've been working this shift for months now, and I know what I saw was real, OK? Maybe right now we should be talking about how the hell that happened as opposed to what I did or didn't see….which I did."

He looked expectantly at the both of them. All they did was look at each other, again, and then turn back to him. The man smiled politely.

"Excellent work, Mr. Dixon. You've done quite well."

What? What the hell did that mean?

"Excuse me?"

"You'll have to excuse our misleading inquisition. It's standard procedure brain damage assessment. You seem still perfectly lucid, even if your recollections seem odd. We suggest just a good night's rest."

Danny was flabbergasted. He could only splutter out a few words in confusion.

"But…I…you….what?"

"Work on that rest there, Mr. Dixon. We'll be in touch."

And with that, the two of them were walking around him and out the main studio doors. Danny could only turn and watch them leave, still at his wit's end completely.