the resurrection room

There is a room. There is nothing particularly special about the room, it is the same as many other rooms you may have come across. Four walls, a floor and ceiling and a door. It is painted in a neutral colour and is lit in such a way as to avoid glare and harshness. It is of an amenable temperature, controlled by an unseen thermometer and it is quiet. No noise from the outside, penetrates the room once the door is closed and it should be noted that no noise from inside the room, is audible outside, once the door is closed.

In the room are four people. One is sat at a computer terminal, he is a man in his early forties, has rimless glasses on and is beginning to bald in the usual places. One is sat on a chair in the corner of the room, a woman this time, in the uniform of a police officer, a sergeant in fact. She is looking through a notepad and occasionally glances up to observe what the third person is doing. This third person is another man, he is a doctor, of sorts. He is tending to a variety of medical instruments, equipment and small vials of liquid arranged on a stainless steel table next to a medical gurney. The gurney carries the fourth person. Currently she, for it is a woman, seems to be unconscious. She is covered with a pale blue sheet up to her neck and her head is fastened to the gurney. You can’t see them, as they are covered by the sheet, but there are 14 other straps fixing the woman to the table.

“OK, I am ready.” The doctor says, looking to the officer sat in the corner.

“OK, please start recording.” The officer in the corner says to the man behind the computer.

A short pause.

“OK, I am recording.” The man behind the computer says. He has a mild European accent, perhaps German, or maybe Austrian.

The doctor busies himself attaching a variety of electrodes to the head visible on the gurney. Then he picks up a needle, it would be comically long if the length of it didn’t make the instrument so terrifying. The officer looks up, sees the needle and looks down again, she knows what is coming next.

The doctor slowly inserts the needle, into the neck of the head of the body on the gurney. He is observing a small screen on the side table, obviously aiming the needle for a certain place in the neck. A moment later, he stops the insertion and whilst supporting the needle in place with one hand, picks up a vial from the counter and attaches it to the needle. The liquid disappears, as if pushed by some invisible force. The doctor repeats this with a further 7 vials, then slowly removes the needle, places it on the counter and clicks three buttons next to the screen he has just been watching.

The officer stands up and moves into the eyesight of the head on the gurney.

“Should be any second.” The doctor says, as a ten minute countdown timer appears on the small screen.

The three jump slightly when the head on the table takes a sudden breath, the eyes open and flick wildly around the room. Then the breath reverses and becomes a scream.

The officer leans over fully into the eyesight of the woman on the table and holds her ID card well within her vision.

“Jane, my name is Sergeant Smith, you are safe here, I just need to ask you a few questions, I don’t have much time.”

“Time, what, where am I, how did I get here, where is my dog?” The head, Jane, replies.

“OK this is excellent.” The doctor says. “She remembers where she was.”

The computer operator, shifts uneasily in his seat.

“Jane, hold on to those memories OK. I need to ask you some questions about what happened. What do you remember about the park?” The officer asks firmly.

“Where am I, why am I strapped down?” Jane responds trying to move her head.

“I’m going to give her a sedative, should make her less concerned of her situation.” The doctor says and quickly delivers another vial to the head on the table. The change is quite remarkable.

“Jane, the park, please tell us anything you can remember.” The officer says again.

“I, I was walking my dog, it was a warm evening and it had just got dark. I had been walking my usual route and was heading back to the car. Then I heard this noise behind me, sounded like feet running, then, then I felt someone pull my shoulder, so I turned and a man was there, he was holding something in his hand, then all I remember is a pain in my stomach and then I woke up here.”

“3 minutes.” The doctor says.

“We may not need all of it.” The officer said. “Jane do you remember anything about the man?”

“He was a little taller than me and bald, dark jacket, it was so quick. What is happening in three minutes?” Jane tried to move her head again.

The officer stood up, moving out of Janes eyesight. “Let her go, I’ve got enough.”

The computer operator looked intently into his terminal, whilst the doctor clicked two of the three buttons on his screen, before moving into the eyesight of the head on the table.

“Thank You Jane.”

“Thank you? For what? Where is my dog? When can I go home, can I see my husband?”

The words continued as the doctor clicked the last button on his console and then they ebbed away to nothing.

The doctor closed the eyes of the inanimate head.

“Stop recording.” The officer said, then stood up and left the room.

The computer operator stopped recording and fought the feeling of nausea.

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