She must have passed out. Human had no recollection of how she got here, but she was lying on a table in a round room bathed in very bright silver light.
The creature she had met outside was beside her, along with nine other similar-looking beings, all peering at her with those burgundy eyes. They were viciously conversing in the strange language she had heard earlier.
She was feeling no fear; in fact, she felt nothing. She was just watching everything, like those out-of-body experiences she had read about.
"Gruboodidig umogek," one said. "Lumoofani," another replied. They temperamentally raised up two strange metallic devices above her scalp, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They pinched the scalp, then put it in a dirty polka dotted container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with her cheek, and her hair. It all seemed very strange, mostly because she was aware she should be feeling very emboldened, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their insane conversation, while she lay there, with the curious thought that she probably shouldn't try to get up while her scalp, cheek, and hair were missing. Meanwhile, one of the aliens lightly touched the side of the container, and her body parts were automatically whisked away and out of sight. "Bowwow," she thought to herself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of her body. "Gumygoopaa," one amended. "Coopiwyg," another responded.
"Godovugu?" she said abruptly, surprising herself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Cydozooc?" "Pagijumi jupywolu pycorucoo." "Tidoofulo." "Kularid!"
The most choleric of the aliens then moved excitedly to her side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it insisted, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Nissan Sentra when we are finished."
She actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Cotegepoo," she retorted. "May I have my scalp back? And my cheek and hair?"
She realized that there was no language being used to communicate. All were understanding each other without the need to translate.
"They are currently in the lab, being picked. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," she replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting mysteriously."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my cheek back," she recited.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward her. The silver light bathed her in a peaceful feeling, and she was oblivious to the passage of time.
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