“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 we
re, 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.
Even though the party had been great and the night wonderful he just went along with it, and to find out where the hell his body wanted him to go and do.
He wanted to test himself and started thinking of the gunshot, and realized his speed never altered!
Why would the person or persons go to such lengths to kill him? What could possibly be here? What could be here in such a desolate place?
He thought of him being killed to try to get a reaction and studied his speed, but none of it altered anything!
He decided to do the complete opposite and realized that nothing had happened and that there was nothing to prove that the person was not just trying to scare him for some reason and that he only looked like someone else that he was after, and if he showed himself to him that he would realize he was someone else and ignore him and leave him.
Yet no matter what he thought it still remained and he even realized that he could not control his body and it running, and wondered if it was like what horses at races were like and he recalled old accounts of horses dropping dead from exhaustion from people forcing them on and on.
His body suddenly stopped running and he wondered if his body had arrived at its destination for the night, down at the bottom of sewage system, and he was surprised that his body turned and he rushed into another sewage pipe and rushed along it towards somewhere, and he eventually reached a sewage pipe going upwards and started climbing a ladder on it towards somewhere, and gasped at wondering where he might end up.
He suddenly came to a dead end and examined lots of small toilet pipes leading into it and turned and saw a sewage pipe cover on the side of the sewage pipe lower down and unscrewed bolts from it and removed it.
He was surprised that it entered a basement, and in the faint light he realized it was the cellar of a business or someone’s building, and he found some old stairs going upwards, and he realized that they had hardly been used in a long time and that there were some recent footprints made with the same shoe marks, and he climbed up the stairs and found that someone at one point had cemented a slab of concrete over the top of the stairs and that someone had smashed it in to get into it and had covered it over with another new concrete slab, which he was able to push up, and he entered another cellar that was clean and being used for the storage of modern things.
He realized the bottom basement had been hidden away, under the concrete slab, and that someone had found it and had smashed it in to get into it, and replaced the new concrete slab over the top, which looked the same as the other concrete slabs.
He went back down and placed the slab back over the top, making sure it fitted perfectly in and adjusted it until it looked normal, and climbed down the stairs to the bottom, and started examining the cellar and why it was there and why the person that had been there had explored it.
The whole floor seemed covered in ancient objects that had at one point been cleaned of dust and webs and he examined the stuff and it looked like it belonged to a law court or something.
He realized little and wondered why the hell he had gone there!
While he went to leave he spotted something and started to examine what caught his eye and he realized it was an old solid metal safe that had been locked and someone recently had used a powerful drill to open it.
He searched inside it and only found a few useless documents left and he spotted a piece of paper that had been attached to some document that had been there and he read it with surprise as it said it had been Hess’s map, and he removed his treasure map from his inside pocket and realized that they were both the same age and that the map had clearly been attached to the piece of paper.
Chapter 14
The New Search
“Where did you vanish to?” Dory asked Cameron, and burst out laughing, concerned, peering through her front door at him with a big bright smile.
“I needed the toilet!” he replied, unsure what to say.
She laughed again and stood looking at him crazily, and brought him into her living room.
“You were to contact me yesterday – at my office!” she moaned loudly, trying to get him to realize it.
“What happened when I left you and the party anyway?” he asked, inquisitively.
“They phoned the police, and they started questioning everyone on where it had come from and they traced it to where the person was. They seemed to think it was just a crackpot playing with his gun! They’re looking for the person and anyone that saw him!”
Cameron was surprised and wondered if he was going insane as he could not get how he could get things so incompatible. He realized now how stupid it had looked to them and him running away into the distance. Yet if he had not he would have not made the discoveries that he had!
“I think I found something!” Cameron replied, pointing at his pocket. “I was running along ... And I found myself in a sewage pipe and in a cellar where I found an old safe with what could be a treasure map ...”
She budged and slowly studied his face over again, and he studied her tight clothing trying to realize if she was some form of high class hooker, but he was sure it was his imagination.
Yet she was so surprised about it that she reacted authentically, wanting to know more and sounded as if she meant business.
“I think I’d better start over ...” she replied, wanting to explain something firmly, for him to remember. “You did tell me of the treasure map previously! Before you left and ended up in the army ... And I was helping you find information!”
“Can I ask you a question?” he replied, examining her sincere face, and she nodded in agreement.
He examined her and wondered why he could not remember more. After he had realized his body not only had a will of its own and actually took him to places he had made discoveries in the past, and he wondered if some part of his brain had become disconnected and was trying to discover other ways of sending information to him.
“Whose map was it?” he replied, determined to confirm things further, as what had happened was too strange and fantastic now.
“You claimed it belonged to Rudolf Hess!” she replied.
Even though he knew she was going to say it he could not grasp what was happening somewhere. It was as though someone was playing games with him, to a final conclusion.
She studied his face and realized how deeply surprised he was.
Her hand automatically reached into her handbag and pulled out some cigarettes and a golden lighter.
She ignited it and mechanically drew in and blew out smoke, showing him she enjoyed it, and he glared at the end of it brightly glowing red, with smoldering gray ash falling over her and she picked up an ashtray, and she created long gray wisps of smoke swirling up through the air, while rushing up to the ceiling, and he saw it dispersing into the atmosphere.
With one swift movement she switched on her television and kept changing channels until she saw something of interest.
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