The door slammed loudly.
"Doctor, how is she?" Mills went to the doctor right from the doorstep.
It was a young man wearing rectangular-framed glasses. He sat at his desk in the doctor's lounge and stared intently at the monitor. Along the way, he pressed the keyboard buttons with desperate zeal: the plastic keys clicked characteristically under the pressure of the pads of his fingers and inexorably sent impulses to the computer. Waiting for an answer dragged on.
"Doctor! Answer me quickly, how is she? Regina raised her voice," Mills' nerves were on edge, and the doctor didn't even raise his head in her direction. Mills was ready to smash his monitor, keyboard, and mouse in one fell swoop of the briefcase.
And how could anyone stay calm here? After Swan disappeared a week ago, Mills couldn't find a place for herself. Of course, at first, she thought that Emma had decided to go away on her "business", but then, when a couple of days had passed, it became clear that trouble had happened to the sheriff! A search operation was organized, specialists were invited, reporters appeared, everything spun, spun. There were rumors that a certain Jack, nicknamed the Beast, who recently escaped from prison, was involved in her disappearance. Mills's mind kept spinning with images of how he tracked down poor Emma in the woods, killed her, and buried her or drowned her in the lake. That's it, no Emma! The pressure was building, and Mills didn't know where to put herself. After such a twisted plot, shown on one of the TV channels, Regina was completely discouraged and even began to think about who to appoint as the new sheriff.
A few days later, one of the search teams was able to find the missing soul. Emma was found unconscious in the woods. She was covered in wounds, cuts, bruises, and severely emaciated. It seemed that she had fought with wild beasts and had fallen in an unequal battle. Swan was taken to the hospital, where doctors fought for her life for several days. And now the moment of truth has come.
"Please calm down," the doctor finally replied. "She's almost in perfect order."
"Really?" Mills was delighted but then asked again. "Almost?"
"Do you understand…" the doctor looked gloomily at Mills. "I'll take you to her. It's better to let her tell everything herself."
"What?! She's already awake?"
"Yes, but it looks like she hit her head hard."
"Does she have a concussion? Is she all right?" Regina realized that she had new problems.
"Everything will be fine," the doctor tried to calm her down.
The problems were not long in coming.
They went to Swan's room.
"Regina! Thank God, you're here! There's no time to explain! Rather, call the National Guard, the CIA, the FBI, the army! Call them all here! We have big problems!" Emma looked like a schizophrenic patient.
The staff even put a straitjacket on her and tied her legs to the bed so that she could not escape.
First of all, Mills made sure that nothing bad had happened to her sheriff. She felt her arms and legs-everything was intact. Then Mills sat down on the edge of the bed and clutched the briefcase on her lap in front of her with both hands.
"Emma, calm down. You're in the hospital and you will definitely be cured."
And that's where Mills fully got the answer, which means "almost".
"You don't understand, they all work for Them! Please, untie me quickly!"
"Them?"
"Well, their skin is green and red. They also wear masks of people and sit in the government."
Mills did not find anything better than to lead Swan to the idea. "Reptilians?"
"Yes! They are!"
Mills covered her mouth with her hand in amazement.
"How? What happened to you?"
"I went for a walk in the woods… Bang! They twisted me, tied me up − and take me into their ship. I fought them off, even knocked out one lizard's tooth. However, then she bit me on the neck. There, look, I even had a trace left from her bite."
Indeed, there were bite marks on Swan's neck. Mills clenched her teeth – how dare anyone but herself to claim Swan's neck? Someone will pay, even if it's a lizard. Or a lizard-so much the worse for her. She would find out who this lizard was, where she lived, and then...
"Emma, please calm down. You were attacked by wild animals. You haven't eaten or drunk anything for a week. You're delusional," Mills tried to bring Emma to her senses.
"I completely agree with you," the doctor supported her.
"God, you don't understand. They came here to capture us! We need to inform the UN, NASA! Let the space troops fly into the orbit of our planet and protect it from invaders."
As a result, Emma was injected with a sedative, so to speak, a "tranquilizer in the ass"! After that, Swan fell asleep, and Mills had to agree with the doctor and call a "shrink" from the center. He should definitely help the victim. And she will deal with a local or a visiting lizard herself and will give such "injections" that it will not seem enough.
But half a day later, in the late afternoon, instead of a psychiatrist, several cars with state license plates arrived at the hospital and then helicopters with soldiers arrived. Mills had to report the incident to a special agent sent by the administration, and then escort him to Emma's room.
Swan had recovered by this time.
"Emma Swan?" a man in a black suit with snow-white teeth addressed her.
"Yes," she said carefully.
"I'm Agent Smith, and these are my colleagues. I want to express gratitude from the President himself, not from the whole world! You are our savior!" he said solemnly.
"What?" Mills said involuntarily.
"Thanks to your brave actions, the alien threat has passed the Earth."
"Oh! I told you! And you didn't believe me."
"I'm sorry, but what happened? What kind of alien threat," Regina stood dumbfounded and looked at the agents, then at the pleased Emma.
"You see, scientists intercepted the encryption of the alien intelligence group. They conveyed to their center that rude creatures, deprived of intelligence, live on Earth, ready to rip off anyone's skin, grab their eyes with sharp claws. In a word, stinking, exhausting poisonous fumes, freaks. Therefore, they classified our Solar System as dangerous for exploration and will not come here again," Smith explained.
"This is, of course, good, but why are the draining poisonous fumes freaks, and even stinking?" Mills was confused.
"Well, I had a little too much that day," Emma admitted. "Yes, I also hit one of these assholes on the head with a bottle, because he refused to drink with me. After all, you raised my salary. Imagine, these aliens don't respect you at all!"
"Therefore, Emma Swan, thank you for everything, thank you to our education system, thank you to your parents for bringing up such a patriot and champion of Democracy all over the world, no, in the whole galaxy! And we, on behalf of our President, our Country and People, award you the honorary medal of the Hero of Democracy!" Agent Smith continued. "Thank you!"
"See, I'm a hero!" Emma was beaming with happiness.
"And now I suggest everyone look at this device," Smith raised one hand up and showed a small device with a red light, and with the other hand he took out black glasses from the pocket of his suit and deftly put them on himself.
His colleagues also hurried to put on sunglasses. Mills wanted to say that she had already seen this device somewhere, but suddenly a flash of light blinded her eyes…
When Mills woke up, she was very surprised to see herself in bed with Swan, and even in her own bed, and not in some hotel. Was it all just a dream? There were "holes" in my memory, and soon those vivid images about Emma in a straitjacket and smiling Agent Smith completely faded into the background, and pleasant sensations caused by the touch of someone's playful hands came to the fore. Swan did not even have time to open her eyes, as she immediately began to explore the "near space".
"I will definitely cut your salary so that you don't wander around drunk in the woods anymore, and don't attract lizards," Mills said to herself and "flew into space" together with Swan.