November 24, 2001
After managing 2500 words last
After managing 2500 words last night, and 4000 words today, I'm only about 4000 words behind schedule. I should be able to catch that up this weekend. I think I'm actually going to make this!
Another excerpt of Sara again, talking to the same one of the Host as before. He has a name now, but I think I'll keep that information to myself for now.
The silver-haired one chuckled. "It is interesting, is it not, that your own kind shut you away from the world when you told them about us. Why do you suppose that is?"
"They didn't believe me," Sara said. "They thought I was insane. People who believe in aliens usually are considered a little insane. People who say they've met them are considered a little more insane."
"Yet you were telling the truth, and I doubt you are insane. Why do you think they did not believe you?"
Sara glanced down at her bound feet and hands. "Look, this conversation would be a lot easier to have if I could sit up, maybe?"
The silver-haired one watched her for a moment with amusement. "I do not believe you will harm anything if you are free." He pressed a few buttons in a console set into the wall, and her bonds fell away. Sara sat up, rubbing her wrists gingerly. "There," he said. "That's much better, isn't it? Much more civilized, I think."
"Well, as civilized as kidnapping and torture can be, sure," Sara retorted, and then felt a moment of fear after she spoke.
"One does what one can," her captor smiled. "Now. I believe we were speaking of your people's lack of belief."
