Standard issue disclaimer…I do not own "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", nor any of the characters that appear therein. However, that does not stop me from exploiting them for my own amusement…
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For the seventh day in a row, Dr. Everett Scott awakened in a foul mood.
He should have been on top of the world. What he had dreamed of his entire life had finally come to pass…he'd had an honest-to-goodness, real life encounter with aliens. Not just any aliens, mind you, but Transylvanians. And not just any Transylvanians, but the noted scientist Frank N Furter and his servants.
Of all the intelligent outer space life forms that had been catalogued by the Bureau, the Transylvanians were the most human-like. However, as their civilization was thousands of years older, they were far more advanced, both physiologically and scientifically. Unfortunately, no Earthling scientist had ever been able to observe them at close range…until last week.
The damnable part of the entire episode for Dr. Scott was that he had not a shred of evidence he could present to his colleagues as proof of what he'd witnessed. Of course he had the testimony of Brad and Janet… unluckily for him, former students of his, whose stories would therefore be considered suspect. Nor had he been able to capture any of the Transylvanians for a more in-depth physiological study. Instead, he'd behaved like a disgusting toady and fled like a coward. So much for scientific detachment. Of course they had butchered his nephew, and served him to the assemblage as the entrée in a Dinner from Hell. No wonder he'd been a tad jumpy.
He sighed. He'd spent the past few days attempting to create self-justifications for his failures; what he should do is return to the castle site. Perhaps in their haste to return home, they'd left something behind that might prove useful to him.
However, he couldn't go back there alone. He would have a difficult time maneuvering his wheelchair over the rough terrain, and if by chance they'd left something behind of a substantial size, he'd never manage to get it to his van on his own. There was really only one person he could call, under the circumstances.
"Hello…Brad?"