(A/n- Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been working on this chapter for quite awhile... ugh its been difficult since this story is more complex and works in a way that is intentionally disorientating, hah, so I confuse myself. Lots of things have been going on lately, school, friends, etc... so expect chapters to not be as frequent as it was in the beginning. Don't worry, I will finish this!! maybe haha)

Next Chapter: Pulse

"Holy bleedin' Christ!" Exclaimed a wide-eyed paramedic; "we got a pulse!" The white, dreary sheet was tossed frantically aside, as other medics ran to the ambulance to check if said pulse was there. Many checked his vitals and blood pressure, and though it was weak, it was there, though consciousness wasn't. It was decided he was comatose, and was taken to the nearest hospital.

Despite this fact, Zim was already whisked away with one lone police car, though many followed. The Swollen Eyeball Network was to be the next stop. For further "investigation of its unknown species" they said. Since the police already labeled the killer, and it was indeed another species, alien, they were given the jurisdiction to take him. They were asked for the address and number of their scientific laboratory, their numbers, and since they were witnesses, they signed statements. They were asked if they knew who the victim was, and one of them replied they thought he was the son of the well-renowned Professor Membrane, but couldn't be sure, but of course, they knew. The police contacted his work cell immediately to confirm of this, and he was shocked about the situation, flabbergasted because he knew that Zim and Dib were very close, and was also more than a little surprised to find out 'the little green fellow' to be a real alien. And suddenly the remorse of never believing his son set in. He called Gaz at her work and she said she didn't believe for a second that Zim had anything to do with it. With her usually indifferent behavior, she acted pretty shocked and strained about the situation.

It was said that after the full investigation, the alien would have a broadcasted autopsy, unless new evidence would come to their attention, or Dib would wake up from his coma. Either was likely.

The blood on their clothes was evident, and though it was obvious to one of the many investigators, the police disregarded it due to fact they were the only witnesses that had the guts to help. One of them noticed that there was more blood on the witnesses than the accused, and it was unconstitutional that just because the condemned was alien (though nothing was said about how to deal with aliens of another planet in this manner, obviously.) that he was the first to blame. Said investigator, named Jack Contell, was first to speak about the flaws in their story, but it was again disregarded. Oblivious wasn't the word to describe these people. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and stated he wanted to take the alien in for questioning, and many looked at him in horror. He then explained he wanted to do some of his own tests, and get the alien's side of the story, (however ridiculous that sounded to others.) and they compromised with him. He would get one hour, then the Swollen Eyeball would get the alien. Dib was already stripped and put into hospital clothes, and the sullied clothes were taken to the lab for study. His other colleagues thought it was only fair, so they agreed. They would take Zim's clothes once they got to the station, but he was heavily handcuffed and shackled just in case. His disguise was already taken off, though it was already basically destroyed during the struggle.

He took Zim into his cop car, and decided since the little alien was sobbing and incoherent, he would take a comforting approach, but nonetheless direct.

"So, what's yo' name?" He said in a deep, raspy voice, as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I'm Jack Contell, call me Jack, I'm head of this invest-.." He was quickly interrupted.

"Wh-wh..why should ZIM tell you an-...anything...!!" he said in a horrible gasp, choking on his sobs. "Wil-..will you please throw that infernal thing out!" Zim screamed. Contell looked strangely at Zim for a second, but complied.

"Zim, is it? Well Zim, you seem to be in one hell of a situation. All I can tell you once we get you back to the station, calm yourself or things might get worse."

"I...I..I-I DIDN'T KILL HIM!!" Zim sobbed.

Contell nodded curtly. "I think it's mighty unfair they be treatin' you like that, all on a count you're a, well, alien. I don't think ya done it... the evidence against those quacks is too high for you to be considered any kind of suspect. But procedure I guess." Zim's eyes seemed to pop of his head when he heard 'I don't think ya done it'... and his tears almost immediately dissipated. Contell smiled. "But despite this, you'll be escorted to some Swollen Eyeball lab... I don't know about it... I believe they had something to do with this. Its all very fishy."

Zim exhaled sharply at the sound of that name, and groaned in pain, not being able to speak anymore.

"Do ya think you might have any evidence supporting your case? Well, I had a feeling the way you was goin' on and on about how you love him." Contell explained. "Oh and just to let you know, on account of since you ain't a real citizen, they didn't read you your rights, so anything you say and do can and will be held against you."

Zim choked a little, his crimson eyes tired and angry, half-lidded in exhaustion. "I-I.. I think so..." He gasped out.

"Its so-something I was gonna giv-give hi.. him. Its in my front pocket.."

"Really? That's interestin'... its weird how we didn't think to check all that. Its like we never think anymore." He chuckled humorlessly. "We thought the only evidence would be from that pak thing you got on your back. Hey..." He pulled up to the station. "We're here."

Swirls...

Dib's eyes widened as he pieced it together... he wasn't dead. Yet. Was this the chance I was given??

Zim...

(Wonder why he wanted me to throw out that smoke... ah, it can't be...)

Swirls...

Could it be...?

Swirls...

"This is the chance to say goodbye..."