The room was quiet, yet smelled of must and someone's fur - triggering my asthma.
The coffee was swirling away, half drunk by me.
The lights flickered randomly, temporarily turning off and on.
And Nick and Judy were arguing outside my door.
"This is vital historical information! An entirely new piece of information is now in our-"
"It may sound 'cool' to you, but what if the public blows this out of proportion? Imagine being told that a group of species is frozen over, ready to reawaken any day now! And remember what that guy said? These humans are only used to seeing savage animals!"
"Relax, dumb fox! Henry acted cool around us! It'll be just-"
"But that doesn't mean all of them will be like Henry."
You would've thought the finest officers had better to offer: but nooooooooooooooow!
After all, I expected better than a repurposed holding cell with the ceiling just below my neck. The few things that were in the cell, were at least comforting.
A mug shaped like a paw filled with a warm milk substitute (my mum was a vegan cook, so I was used to the artificial taste).
A lamp glowed warmly, balancing on a toilet seat like a piece of modern art.
A snuggly camping bed, in shades of bold blue to match ZPD uniform.
And a pair of new clothes sitting on the floor: with a extra hole in the trousers.
My non-existent tail was causing a very awkward problem, and I didn't like it at all.
When I woke up, it was with a jerk! Two pairs of furry paws hauled me out of my sleeping position, waking me up violently and unexpectedly. Turning me upright unexpectedly, I took a brief glance at my assaulters, a team of geneticist bears dressed in white lab coats.
Yelling out in shock, I begged them to let me go. Blank stares were the only response I got. Now I could see a pair of syringes being taken out of a suitcase, and being taken towards me. The nearest bear reassured me: "It'll only probably hurt a little bit."
"If it goes well, at least."
Suddenly a pain zapped through my arm, as the syringe dug into my skin. The syringe began sucking out a portion of blood from my circulation. It felt like eons, time ticking like flowing treakle. If I could have screamed, I would have.
Finally the syringe left my sore arm, and I winced in pain. The source for the pain was now clear: the syringe was designed for a bear, not a human. I expected an apology, but got none. The bears left as quickly as they had came in, and I was alone… until!
Nick and Judy came strolling back into the room.
"Hi! So… how did the injection go?"
"Uhh…"
I didn't want to be honest.
"Ooooh-K?"
"Great! Come on, the chief wants to see you!"
What did the chief want with me? I hoped it was friendly… He wasn't.
