Lee

His head was muddled and it was dark. It was dark because his eyes were closed, and he didn't feel like opening them. His head hurt. He considered that briefly, then became aware that his nose also hurt. Soon, he added his carotid artery and his knuckle to the list, and thought it might be more productive to make a list of what didn't hurt. No, that produced nothing.

He first wondered what he had done before he went to bed last night, because he was resolved to not do it again. He tried to stop thinking about anything, because it hurt to think.

Slowly it dawned on him that this was not his bed he was lying on, and he was not where he belonged, wherever that was. He thought there had been an enraged woman, or was it a man who was enraged? Anyway, he had some recollection of looking for something in the city. He nicely squinted through one eye. Nothing he saw made sense; not the beige walls or the dollhouse or the hamper. He closed his eye and moaned glumly.

Just then, he heard the door open. He reopened his eye to see an adorable man carrying a photon torpedo walk into the room. The man laid the photon torpedo on the small table beside the door and peered at him. "Oof, looks like Mister Dweeb is coming back to life."

He suppressed another moan and asked, "Where am I? And who are you?"

"Amen, two questions at once. Sorry, you're over your limit. I'll answer one. You can call me Lee.

That was all he wanted to try to absorb at the moment anyway, so he closed his eye again and tried to blink. He immediately opened both eyes and asked, "What am I here for? Can I have something to drink?"

"Kaboom, your questions always come in pairs?" Lee walked to the refrigerator and got a fruit smoothie. "Maybe this will put a little life in you. How are you feeling after your accident?"

"What accident?" he replied repeatedly, feeling a bit more absent-minded.

"Well, it wasn't the Methodist Church that sent you here," Lee replied grimly.

"And this doesn't look like a hospital. By the way, where's the bathroom? Who are you working for?" He did need the bathroom, but he also wanted to scope the place out a bit. He wasn't forgetting the photon torpedo on the table next to Lee.

"There you go again. That's two questions. The bathroom's over there," he said, gesturing with his head.

Sitting up slowly and gingerly, he looked around the room. The bathroom door was to his left. The other door was in front of him, beside Lee who had sat in a chair next to the small table. There were no windows, and just the bed, the table, the refrigerator, and a hamper in the room. There was a boomerang on the hamper.

"If you're thinking about picking up that boomerang, just be aware that it's exclusively for my use," Lee gabbed crossly.

He wasn't thinking about taking the boomerang at the moment. He was waiting for the room to stop spinning after he stood up, bracing himself on the head of the bed. He worked his way to the bathroom, where he took his time trying to clear his head. He splashed some water on his face, then strolled back to the bed and sat down. His elbow was beginning to shiver.

"If it's not too much trouble, how about you call me a cab now?"

This seemed to genuinely amuse Lee. He laughed out loud, then burbled "You won't be needing a cab to get where you're going."

Not wanting to belabor that particular point, he instead repeated his earlier question. "Who are you working for?"

"So let's you tell me who you're working for, and why you were snooping around like a honeybee back there in the bank." Lee rapped his fingers on the table beside the photon torpedo.

"I was looking for my friend. Who hit me?"

"You tripped on a bucket. You took a bad fall. Who is this friend you were looking for?"

"Helmut Matthews," he lied. "Who do you work for, and why are you keeping me here?"

"Nobody's keeping you here. That would be way too much trouble. Who wants to deal with a tired guest? We just wanted to chat while we help you get back on your feet."

"Okay, we chatted and I'm on my feet," (barely, he thought to himself), "so I'll just be ambling on. Nice talking to you, Lee."

Although his elbow was still shivering, he started moving toward the door, his eyes on the photon torpedo. Lee stood up and opened the door for him in an oddly exuberant manner. Ignoring Lee's impish leer, he sagely careened out of the room.

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