November-3-2010

Vancouver State Hospital, Oregon

"Can you hear me Irisma?" The Respiratory/Physical Therapist gets closer to Irisma and touches him lightly not to startle him. "Irisma? Irisma please talk." Said the Respiratory/Physical Therapist who is sitting by Irisma.

"Yes?" Says Irisma who has just awakened from the drugs to deaden the pain.

"Good you're awake." He replies.

Looking around, "where am I"? Says Irisma.

"Vancouver State Hospital." He replies.

"Oh, for a moment I thought I was admitted into a hospital." Says Irisma who is still under the influence of the drugs.

"I see the drugs are still working." Said the Respiratory/ Physical Therapist with a chuckle.

"What?" Asks Irisma.

"Nothing…" Thinking to himself, and interested in the rumors going around. "What did you see?" The Therapist asks.

"A crash at midnight or was it a fireworks special?"

"Wow these drugs really affect you very well." Said the Therapist.

"What?"

"Nothing." Said the Therapist who knows that this talk will be forgotten.

"How is Nanette?" Asks Irisma, who feels as if he is responsible for her injury.

"She is doing fine, she broke her wrist and has cuts up and down her legs, but is doing fine in other medical terms. I looked at the box, where did you get it?" Said the Therapist who hopes to draw out more information.

"I told you, the crash gave it to me."

"Crash?"

"Yes." Said Irisma with more anger in his voice.

"What crash?"

"Ah—volcanoes and Babylon 5."

"Okay—the drugs has not wore off yet, but continue." Waiting for a reply, but Irisma gives none. "So what is this Babylon 5?" Said the Respiratory/Physical Therapist who is trying to continue the discussion.

"Why do you care?"

"I need to know!"

Taking a deep breath, "well it is a TV show. My sister Nanette thinks she saw a Vorlon."

Uncertain of the term, "A Vorlon? What is that?" Said the Therapist.

Taking his second deep breath. "A species of light." Severe pain is now noticeable and to even talk hurts. "My god I am in pain, I am not going to tell you anymore, my mother has my film. It has the pictures of the Drakh, Drakh vessel, and its crash." Hoping the therapist will go away.

"And these pictures I can see?"

"Sure, and one more thing, the box please it's mine, a gift, I barely survived the Drakh's harsh punishment, and I was given that." Said Irisma in an accusing tone.

"Does it have your name on it?"

"No—I don't think so…please give it to me." Said Irisma as if it was a narcotic to be addicted to. When the therapist hands over the box, Irisma just holds it in his hands.

"Do you know what's inside?" Asks the therapist.

"Yes a pin."

"The one you write with?" In a funny tone of voice.

"No, the decoration type." In a sarcastic tone.

"I see."

"Can I ask for a favor?" The therapist just nods in agreement. "What I need you to do is to see if there is any viruses or bacterium on this pin."

"Why?" Asks the Therapist with curiosity.

Thinking pessimistically, "What Drakh give can't be good." The therapist takes the box and heads to his lab but is stopped at the door by a question from Irisma. "How long do I have to stay here?"

"For a few days till you heal, you were banged up really bad."

"Can I speak with my mother now?" Irisma says with fear.

"I am afraid she is gone; she said she was getting the second film developed. The government is here to talk to you."

"I will talk to them when I want to talk to them." Thinking to himself. "But you ought to send them in." The therapist leaves, while two men in black suits, wearing black cool-Joe-no-eye-sunglasses, and black gloves enter the room, Irisma is not impressed.

"Hi, my name is Joe, this is Alfred. I think you know why we are here."

"Would it do with killing me?"

"No."

"Locking me up?"

"No."

"Scrambling my brain?"

Thinking that he's lost it. "Well, I think that has already been done, you see, we just want the truth." Irisma laughs, "What's so funny?" Not getting the joke?

"The truth…the truth is fluid it can flow through any open door."

"Well—I suppose that is true. What did you call the species?" Changing subject.

"The one that attacked me?" Said Irisma. "Drakh."

"I see…Well thanks for your time, and if you see anymore 'Drakh' you stay clear of them." Joe and Alfred get up and begin for the door. But they stop and turn around, and look at Irisma. Irisma was confused but he said nothing and in return they say nothing also. They turn once again and exit the room. When the therapist came back with the pin, she looked confused, and she also had a puzzled look over her face. But the main surprise was still on the way.

"Mr. Oceanantaca…here is your pin. There seems to be a genetic code in the stone. It is concealed like a mosquito in amber." Says the therapist with no clue what to expect.

"And did you match the DNA or genetic code to a person?"

"It is very complex, and if you want my opinion it sounds like something off the X-files."

Becoming nervous, "Well, what is it?"

"A hybritical substance. But we do know one thing, it is not fully human DNA, and what ever the species is, it is nearly immune to almost all types of diseases."

"But you say there is human DNA mixed with the aliens DNA?"

"So it seems." Excited. "You were given a key to the humans' success of a clean genetic hybrid species." Calmer, but still excited. "I like to keep studying the pin."

Irisma has a bad feeling that the pin must remain always in his control. "No! All I wanted to know is if there were any harmful substances." Irisma takes the pin back. "Why did the Drakh do this?" Becoming tired due to the relapse of the drugs dripped into his blood stream. "Well at this moment I don't care, I just glad its safe." Looking at the therapist. "Now I am going to rest." Irisma clips the pin to his shirt and closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

When Irisma woke up, it was dark outside. Irisma looked down and saw his mother sleeping at his feet. Irisma pushed his body in a sitting position and looked at his watch. It read 11:40pm. As Irisma touched his mother gently on the head, she woke up."

"Hello." Said Irisma who was now full awake. Irisma turned on the light, and it stung his eyes. Irisma's mother got up and reached in a bag and handed Irisma's photos.

"I looked at the pictures Irisma, what the hell happen out there?"

Looking at the photos of the Drakh ship. "Hell, you're absolutely correct."

"I see. I am so sorry I was not there to help."

"That's okay…" Irisma still going through the photos.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I woke up on my own." Irisma is finish with the photos and set them on the counter.

"Doctor said you would be able to leave tomorrow." Hoping that will comfort Irisma.

"How is Nanette?"

"She's doing fine, although she to speaks of a Drakh. I was hoping that they were not real."

"The doctor told me what the pin was made up of. I hear it is a hybritical pin. I think the Drakh gave me the wrong box."

Relaxing now. "I know, Nanette got a pin made up of some type of flesh she says it is Shrib. And he gave you a hybrid pin. It could be worst."

"Or maybe the Drakh are planning of getting rid of us in a genetic type of way?"

Now uncomfortable again. "I don't know Irisma, but I do know it is late and you need your rest, I will let you get some rest. Did you get the Drakh's name?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"Shiv'kala?"

Remembering past stories. "Shiv'kala? I have heard of that name?"

"Yes in one of my books, it's in my bag." Referring to Peter David's—Babylon 5 Legions of Fire Book III Out of the Darkness.

"Do you want me to get it out?"

"Yes, it seem that I won't be recruiting any sleep for a while." Mother gets the book.

"Where do you want me to start?" Looking through the medium size book that cover has John J. Sheridan and Delenn Mir Sheridan embracing one another and in the background in the center-left is the destroyed Centauri Royal Palace and on upper left is a picture of Shiv'kala, and on the right side is Emperor Londo Mollari. "How about page—260." Irisma's mother is reading to Irisma. When Irisma's mother looked back to Irisma he was sleeping. It was midnight. She packed her stuff, left a gift, and exited the room. She came latter because on accident she took his book, so she placed the book near the gift, which was near Irisma's bedside while Irisma sleep.

In Irisma's dreams he was standing in a room of white, there was white gas moving all about, as he looked around there was no one except himself and the sound of musical wheezing. As Irisma went walking he came upon the therapist who has been treating him, she was laying on the ground shivering in the cold, she was no longer a human but more like a hybrid of half-fish and half-human, for being a dream it seemed very realistic. As go on his knees he looked at the therapist who was holding herself.

"Are you in my dreams doctor?" Asked Irisma.

The doctor looks up at Irisma, and smiles to see a face she knows, but knows why he is here in this place. "Dreams, no not a dream, a nightmare, but if things are what dreams are made out of, what is there for our nightmares…dreams…oh no…this is a nightmare, a real one Irisma." The therapist gets up on her feet. "I know why you are where, it's because of that pin. The day you arrived I took your personal items to be put in safekeepings, but your pin tempted me and the creature told me I am being punished. Every time I go to sleep I end up in this place, transforming little by little every day, and outside this nightmare I am also changing."

"Into what?" Said Irisma.

"Into this, I am becoming my worsted fear—a mermaid, and you too are changing, you remember the DNA, it's yours, it changing you—that pin is evil Irisma, it was given to you as a weapon."

"I can't just throw it out!" Said Irisma with desperation in his voice.

"Why not?"

"Every time I become separated from it, it's painful, its got a hold of me…I am so sorry you have to share this problem, but please keep it confidential!" The therapist nods in agreement.