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What would he
tell his psychiatrist about this in the morning? He surely would
not believe anything like it could possibly exist!

The alien
seemed to see him as its strange dark shadowed formation emerged
out, and shifted about in the surrounding mist, and it rushed
through and he wondered what the hell he was doing and he started
firing bullets into it and shouting!

It jumped out
at him and stood glaring at him as he shot bullets into its giant
monster shape!

Cameron felt
his sore head and the drink and was furious at what had happened on
the previous night and rushed forward and started firing hundreds
of rounds of ammunition into it while shouting and declaring war on
the alien bug species!

He dashed
around the garden blasting bullets at it and the monster grabbed
him and threw him about his lawn until he collapsed and it dumped
him in bushes, and it vanished, just as a large group of police
vehicles arrived and surrounded his house and garden, hiding behind
vehicles with guns!

Some hid at
houses where his neighbors told them of all the shouting, and of
Cameron running around in his pajamas shooting bullets everywhere,
screaming that they were carrying out a planned alien invasion and
that the Prime Minister needed to arrange a Cobra meeting
immediately!

Chapter 12

The Monday
Morning

Cameron rushed
into the London psychiatrist’s waiting room late, on morning for
his appointment, and avoided doing his clumsy trip and crash
through the psychiatrist’s door.

Though when he
knocked and was politely asked to enter he rushed in and tripped
over his carpet and landed head first into his desk, smashing all
the objects on it up into the air and over the floor, and he
immediately started collecting the objects off the floor and
standing objects back up in their original positions, and finally
looked over at the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.

He calmly
studied Cameron’s face, and gasped, “You again ...”

“
It’s
me!” he replied, embarrassed.

“
Well, at
least you managed to recall the positions of all the items on my
desk!” he moaned. “I also see that you made it into this morning’s
papers”

Cameron gasped
and watched him show the front headlines of newspaper with photos
of him being arrested the night before, which now felt like days
ago, and gave headlines and articles of a crackpot running about
with a gun claiming there was an alien invasion taking place.

“
How did
you avoid being arrested?” he asked, curiously, examining his
features, unable to fully believe something.

“
I do not
know!” he replied, confused. “I think I collapsed ...”

“
Tell me
what happened from the start!”

He carefully
explained what had happened over the weekend and him finding
monsters at his door, avoiding saying many things that would
confuse him any further.

He clearly
thought he had made the story up to get his attention and Cameron
realized that he might not believe anything he said.

“
What can
I do?” he asked, after a minute of silence and him staring at him
crazily.

“
Not
much!” he moaned. “Ignore it! There are just some nasty bugs going
around!”

What amazed
Cameron about the whole incident was that the police had caught him
and he was free, and he wondered why he was not identified as the
bank robber and the person they had chased out of the pub toilet,
which had appeared on all the newspapers.

He wondered if
they had not recognized him in the mess and condition he was in, or
if it had been something else, and his eyes suddenly fell on one of
the newspapers, at a lower article, which told of the real bank
robbers being arrested and he realized how lucky he was and that it
was only the gunman that shot at him left.

“
You’re
...” the psychiatrist accidentally moaned, out of the blue, with
his mouth wide open.

Cameron gave
him a pleasant smile and shrugged.

“
Your
memory loss?”

“
Yes!”

The
psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and
Cameron sat and rested, still exhausted from the night before,
trying to work out if it was the drink, hangover, lack of sleep,
the physical exhaustion, or a combination of some or all of
them.

This had to be
his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked
Sergeant Malone into arranging the whole trip to London and
appointment with the psychiatrist, and that his stay there now had
been extended until further notice, which had been told to him
early that morning – and that it could solve his problems and allow
him to explore and meet the Prime Minister and discover if he was
the Prime Minister’s twin brother, which the taxi driver had
convinced him he was, which he had not been so far able to confirm
or prove wrong!

Even Dory had
not told him if he was actually David Cameron’s twin, and he was
sure that nobody had said it to her!

“
Now tell
me if you have recalled anything new from when you first lost your
memory and what occurred afterwards!” the psychiatrist spoke
firmly.

Cameron sat
firmly and nearly moaned out loud and he realized how many times he
had actually thought of the incident, and that he had lost faith in
doing it, and realized that he could have damaged his memory
permanently with it! Yet if anyone could solve his loss of memory
and could have a way to do it then he was sure he was at the right
place to find him, and that there had to be many other cases, and
he would at least get if there was an answer to it and perhaps he
could help him accept the facts.

“
Ever
since I found myself face down in a pool of mud in a farm field
I’ve lost my memory of my identity and have been trying to get it
back, and I have not realized how I got there and can barely recall
anything I did before it occurred!

“
A taxi
driver I questioned later told me that he had seen me with someone
that looked like me just before the occurrence at a nearby
wood!”

“
Someone
who looked like you! Who could that have been?”

“
I have
so far been unable to find anything out about it!”

The
psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him
everything he knew, and still avoided telling him of the army being
there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, but he did
give him the strange dream of him as a werewolf as he was sure that
the incident somehow explained something, and he was now sure it
could be a mental problem!

Why had the
British army, US military, and NASA insisted there was an alien,
and investigate the crash site to such a degree, and he started
wondering what he was missing?

After the three
aliens attacking him outside his house he was unsure what to think
though, and why he never thought it was them that had crashed
there, but he was sure they were somehow connected to it or he had
sustained brain damage and was seeing fantasy alien invasions.

He tried to
connect the incident but could not and knew if he could grasp some
small piece of information that connected the incidents that he
would connect everything, and wondered how he would cure his memory
loss!

Questions were
still unsolved and there were now more, and even worse after his
dream of the alien, the alien invasion, what he had been doing in
London, and how he had ended up in the army in the first place.

He realized
that he should just ignore it all and let time solve the mess for
him, and he should stop wasting his time, but he wanted to find out
what he was like, people he had known, and his real life he had
been living up to the incident. Perhaps even why he was looking for
treasure and why he was so sure that it had existed. Why had they
found that well at the location the treasure was supposed to be,
and why had the information he had given the three soldiers about
it been enough to convince them that there was something there?
Which surely was evidence enough!

The
psychiatrist examined him physically before he left, trying to find
anything that he had missed, and was surprised at his bruises and
the weird places that he had them, and kept questioning him on what
the three alien visitors had done, and examined marks around his
shoulders and showed them to him in a mirror and asked what they
were, and he examined them, and recalled that it had been caused by
the tentacle of one of the aliens when it had thrown him about his
garden!

Chapter 13

The Strange
Discovery

While Cameron stood wearing a pristine
business suit listening to the partying, loud rock music, shouts
and screams, laughs and giggling, from large celebration parties,
he studied Dory, looking like a model on a magazine, with her
incredible black dress, and they made their way to a nightclub.

Everything was perfect, and even he could not
imagine anything going wrong, and it had been a great night but
what still annoyed him was that he did not know what she was doing
at times and it was as though part of his brain would not tell him
what he needed to know to grasp it, and he could not grasp what he
had thought of her before then, and what their relationship was,
but he was entirely glad he had told her what had happened when
they had met.

A powerful rifle blast astonished him and
everyone there, and even silenced the partying, and he gasped and
realized that it could be the gunman back, and he saw where a
bullet had smashed his glass into pieces on a table, and he shot
away as fast as he could towards cover, knowing he, Dory, or
someone else would be killed if he stayed, and he confirmed it when
the next shot landed behind his back foot, and he decided to leave
Dory and the others and to find a hiding place.

The explosions sounded so powerful he
believed the gunman was using some form of high explosive in the
bullets, and realized he could have been nearby and could have been
bad at aiming!

Whoever was after him had to be crazy and
stupid for doing it at such a populated area, with so many
partygoers, and at the same time as thinking it he heard police
sirens blaring out in the city night, racing through the streets to
there, and he realized the problems he could be in if the others
there named him as the target, as they surly would want to question
him!

He could not realize who was there trying to
shoot him and just accepted that they were, and in the distance
behind him he spotted a police car with a bright flashing light and
blaring siren arriving at where he had been, and gasped at the
distance he had shifted from there and at the speed he was racing
away at, and realized he had actually become faster and was running
far faster than world record speeds, and he tried to explain it but
he could not and tried to work out how an accident that made him
lose his memory and end up in a field could alter his body. The
hospital check ups he had attended had not shown anything and he
even wondered if he was imagining it, and wondered what would
happen if he proved it to one of them and if he would get an answer
on what it was.

For a long time he saw he was following roads
and lanes, and somehow recognized them, and was going somewhere and
he just remained going, to get as far away from the gunman and to
answer what his body was actually doing, and his speed seemed to
increase and he knew that there were no real populated areas where
he was going, and he was surprised at the faces of the few people
that he raced passed, who stood talking and only saw him flash
passed in the darkness like an hallucination.

Where the hell was his body taking him? It
was as though he was possessed by something! He left it, determined
to discover what it was, and tried to work out why someone wanted
to shoot him or do something! As far as he was concerned there was
nothing to kill him for and he did not know anyone that did! It and
the coldness made him cringe, and blindly rush on into the dark
night, getting lost in the large city.

Away in the distance he heard a loud
explosion blast out from something and wondered what it was and
ignored it, and wondered if he was going to survive!

He realized it might be a hidden survival
part of him released, with special survival powers, and it would
have been used by him in the wilderness to get him away from
trouble, and that he would have survived dangerous confrontations
in the wilderness with wild animals, and he wondered where the hell
it was taking him and if he would be left out in the middle of
nowhere, without any hotels or transport, but there would have to
be something there with a phone or taxi, and he wondered if it was
the drink driving him mad or something but he ignored it as he had
never heard of that before and it did not entirely fit in with
things.

At one point he seemed to see a dead end away
in the distance and he wondered why he was going there, and why he
avoided other lanes, and when he got near there he stopped and
realized there was a sewage pipe cover and he grabbed it and rushed
down into it and shut the cover over the top of him and he climbed
down a ladder to a sewage pipe below.

For a moment he stood examining it and
removed a key ring torch he kept in his pocket and he seemed to
recognize the sewage pipe for some reason, but he never knew why,
as though his brain had stopped him receiving information on what
it was and why he recognized it, and while he was thinking it over
he decided to start running again and raced off splashing through
the sewage water, smelling the stink, and occasionally wondering if
he had finally gone mad, and if it was a new form of madness where
the person’s body took control and ran away to some
destination.