"Ah ha, I've found the connection!"

I slammed my newspaper down on the granite kitchen countertop that served as a table especially during the morning hours.

"I've found the correlation, Imagi and it's absolutely wonderful!"

Imagi appeared quite awake but nonetheless she was confused as ever.

"I'm sorry for being so cryptic.

You see when you came out of that funk, you told me you had a slight headache and it was then I had a immensely overwhelming sensation of Deja Vu.

Then I remembered that's exactly what I had when I woke up on that awful night, I had a headache but that wasn't the first this had happened.

The first time was when you repelled my little mental charm;

I was trying to coerce you, control you if I could but you proved to be far stronger than I anticipated.

There was this massive explosion in my brain, I thought it was a image at first, but the heat from that image radiated through my entire being.

Anyway later you said that the headache was a side effect of my mind waking up.

I didn't believe you but now I can't help but think that all these headaches are connected somehow.

If there is some transmission out there that's keeping us in all in line so to speak, if that transmission is cut off perhaps the headache is simply a sign that the the signal is not only lost but is broken.

If that connection of control is doing all the thinking for us to a certain extent of course perhaps our brains have to work harder than usual.

Perhaps our brains have to work overtime just to function the way it used to.

If these strange transmissions slow our brains perhaps the headache is just our brain trying to catch up and regulate at a normal speed.

These are just a few theories. Hopefully it doesn't make me sound too crazy".

"Crazy? Are you kidding? You sound like a Ivy League College Professor giving a lecture on Quantum Physics."

"Funny you should say that because I was a professor before I came here.

Not in Quantum Physics of course, I was a professor in Biology.

I wanted to teach chemistry but the board of education claimed that I didn't have enough schooling for that job which is absolute poppycock because I was a pharmacist beforehand. They finally just admitted that such a job wouldn't suit me.

Oh never mind that. I know this probably isn't appropriate subject to bring up during breakfast but what do you know about the blood in the sink?"

"Is this a dream or something that you've actually experienced?"

"I don't know. It's just something I thought you might know about".

"Well in that case can you tell me which sink you think the blood was in?'

"It was the sink in my office...I think.

Oh I'm not even sure it was blood.

It was red though and strangely enough it smelled like cool aid and cotton candy.

It came from my face more specifically from my eyes.

I assumed it was a dream because it seemed too strange and too fantastic to be something that actually happened".

"When do you think it happened then?"

"Oh the day I first met you, you know the time I first summoned you to my office."

"Yes I remember yet since you can recall the incident so well I highly doubt that was a dream. Dreams are vague and fuzzy, usually people don't remember the exact day when they had the dream in the first place.

The details you gave me are too elaborate to be a dream, so it sounds more like a memory to me. What made you think I'd know anything about this?"

"When that explosion went off in my mind there was this voice...it sounded like yours...but I can't be so sure...it spoke of red rings, red tears, red champagne, coffee Stains and heart break.

It was literally my whole day being described back to me.

Anyway that voice wasn't just talking, it was singing.

No joke it was literally singing to me about my life, how I was a prisoner here, a slave to my own passions, blinded by the red light in my eyes.

Wait there's a pattern here.

Your eyes were red, red tears, red eyes, red rings and red champagne.

That can't be a coincidence."

"I suppose not. Where are you going?"

I was rushing to the cupboard above the fridge, I nearly yanked the door off the hinges in my haste and I shot my arm in the cupboard to grab for a bottle.

"You said someone had tampered with the food and you were right.

I know this sounds rather paranoid but who's to say that there isn't anything else that's contaminated?"

"The thought had occurred to me in fact I did try to warn you but you thought I was the paranoid one".

"Well that's not the worst part, if gets even better, I mean it Gets worse, never mind that, that stuff in the sink smelled all sugary like cotton candy and Kool aid, that's exactly what the stuff in this bottle tastes like.

I know I sound crazy but somehow I think there must be a connection between the two.

I don't know how they're connected I just have this feeling about it.

Oh wowsers, I sound insane!

Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm just losing my mind".

"No you're not losing anything let alone your mind.

Your mind is working just the way it should.

It's working overtime just like you said.

How often do you drink that stuff anyway?"

"I used to drink it everyday. I always assumed it was alcohol but for all I know this could be a bottle of poison I'm holding in my hand.

Yet I haven't had a single drop of the stuff since that night.

You see I was too embarrassed to tell you, but the night where I did all those terrible things, I woke up with a half empty bottle lying next to me and to make matters worse is I have absolutely no memory of even taking a single sip of this stuff.

So naturally I wasn't very keen on touching that concoction ever again.

I doubt if you want a repeat performance. What do you think?"

"Well I think you were right by staying away from that concoction.

It could very well be dangerous for your mental health.

Whatever is in that bottle probably isn't anything good.

It's most likely responsible for your erratic behavior that night."

"Yes it's most likely keeping me in line right?"

Her face was downhearted and she turned her gaze to look upon her feet on the rug

"Is something the matter?"

"No, it's just that you didn't believe me before, in fact you were rather angry with me the last time I mentioned that you were being controlled by your superiors.

Now you seem to be coming around, opening your eyes and seeing the truth but I'm not sure how long that will last."

"What is that supposed to mean?

What do you think I'm going to do?

Get mad at you again?

Look I'm sorry if I was cross with you before but if there's something that you think to be true, I promise you, I will believe you."

"You say that now but there's no guarantee that you'll be singing that tune later.

if Whoever is trying to control you out there is informed that you've woken up and you're actually beginning to think for yourself, they will come here and they will take care of you and make sure you do not take a single step out of line again.

I'm sure they have other ways of controlling people's minds.

If one method doesn't work they'll use another."

"Yes but I have you.

You're immune to those little brainwashing signals.

I'm sure they're not aware that such rare and gifted individuals like yourself exist."

"That may be the case but I have no idea what they are capable of.

They could very well outsmart me, over power me and they might even succeed in taking over my mind completely.

I'm not a secret weapon, I'm not a super hero, I'm just a person."

"Yes but you could learn. I could teach you.

I could train you to outsmart them.

I could teach you how to overpower them.

It's just takes a bit of practice and

over time you could learn to become more powerful."

"Whatever you say."

"I'm curious what's in this.

I mean suppose it's absolutely harmless and it had nothing to do with my wacky behavior

that night."

"You could always check".

"How?" I felt rather dim at this point.

"The same way you did before. I believe it's called a microscope".

"Alright I admit I'm a little slow right now but you don't have to rub it in. Where did I put that thing anyway?"

She retrieved it for me and placed it in front of me with a firm bang.

"Careful, in case you didn't know this has a actual Lense inside it and even though most of this is made of plastic it does have a few bits of glass inside as well.

I do believe glass is still breakable that last time I checked.

So please take care of my things, especially certain pieces of equipment that are fragile inside."

"There's no need to be touchy but yes your message has been received. Do carry on sir".

"Ha ha ha, very funny. Can you perhaps retrieve me a slide to go with this? There in the drawer below the sink".

She handled me a fresh slide a few moments later.

The next image I saw through the Lense made me sick.

I was so nauseated I wanted to rush to the bathroom but I was too frozen from the shock to actually go anywhere.

When I finally was able to move, I was numb and rather stiff.

I walked in zombie like fashion to the couch.

"So What did you find? Oh dear what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"You certainly look it. What did you see?"

"Red...blood...cells".

"Are you sure? I mean I believe you of course but why would that be in a alcoholic beverage?"

"Oh how am I supposed to know?

See for yourself if you want."

"I'm afraid it wouldn't make sense to me.

I'm not quite as educated as you.

Compliments from being a orphan".

"Then forget it. What ever that is it isn't alcohol at all. It's a disgusting partially synthetic concoction with red blood cells floating around in it.

It's an abomination that's what it is and it should be destroyed!

If I didn't want to stir up any suspicion I would have every single bottle of that stuff taken out of this house.

Oh I really don't feel well."

"Is there anything I can do for you...to help you feel better?"

"A bucket would be nice. No I'm joking.

I don't need anything. I just need time to think, time to clear my head, maybe a moment to myself...alone.

Look I hope you don't think me rude but I need to...a bit of time to myself. Would you mind going elsewhere?"

"No not at all. I'll leave you be. Where would you like for me to go?"

"You do realize I'm not your master any longer? I'm not going to be keeping tabs on you, so you can go wherever you please.

You can think for yourself without me.

You can roam the garden, Peruse the library,

Redecorate your room, use your imagination, do anything you want just as long as you leave me be.

When I'm finished I'll let you know Got it?"

"Yes perfectly. You know for somebody that isn't my master you sure act very demanding."