“WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME”

John woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, obviously not his hotel room for his winter getaway. It had a table, two chairs, the cot he was on and a bright ceiling light. On the wall was a mirror, all reminding him of a bad cop show on T.V. He had a woozy feeling as if he had been drugged.

After a few minutes the door opened and a military officer came in and introduced himself as Colonel Jack O’Neill. He said “Lets get down to brass tacks”

John gave him a puzzled look. He was clueless as to what this man wanted to talk about. “Why am I here, wherever this may be?”

“It seems you believe in aliens.”

Things started to fall into place for John. He vaguely remembered an incident on his plane ride to Colorado, a conversation with a large black man about some strange beings. The last thing he remembered were two men accosting him in the airport bathroom and a stinging sensation in his arm. That explained the woozy feeling, which was wearing off now.

“I only know what I saw in my vision on the plane ride to Colorado.”

“We checked you out with the F.B.I. and found out about your, pardon me ‘POWERS’?”

“I have the ability to see a person’s past or future through touch.”

“Just what is it you thought you saw when you touched my large friend on the plane?”

“I’m not sure. Something along the lines of a horned snake, a little gray dude with a big head and the Norse name Thor and a lot of other things I don’t understand. By the way just what is a Goa’uld anyways?”

“Excuse me?”

“Big guy with an Egyptian look about him and large bodyguards with funny tattoos on their foreheads.”

“Yeah… Okay now. I have it on good authority that you have done some work for the United States Government before.”

“I can’t talk about that, it’s classified.”

“Exactly my point. So you will have no problem signing this non-disclosure form I have here and just forgetting this whole conversation ever happened?”