Communion Page #4

and you're fine.

You don't know, you said it.

That's truth, but it's all right.

Whitley...

Let him go, let him work this out.

Excuse me, I'm lost.

Can you help me? Do you know if this bus

goes in the end of the line?

You know...

I can't believe this.

It's an ambush.

You, people... you're really.

I'm telling you're really for one big surprise.

One very big surprise.

-You want anything else, Whit?

-No, thank you.

-They all looking for you.

-How did you know?

Anne said to look here.

Anne know everything.

Let's go home.

They tell you what happened?

A little.

When the doctor hypnotized me,

I supposed recall prowlers, or something...

but in fact I recall something else...

I sure do.

What?

Little blue f***ers,

about that big.

We're back! I found him!

-How are you feeling?

-Good.

I'm sorry... that I got so crazy.

Oh, don't worry about it.

-I've been thinking...

-Any calls?

No.

Whitley...

There is a group, that meets that...

You might want to join?

Group?

People who seen the same other things you have.

No, I don't think so.

Whitley, they are real.

I have a dozen patients who have all report

had seen the same being as you saw.

No!

Allright.

There is one illness,

temple lobe epilepsy.

It might cause that you had hallucinations.

Is that we all saw the light.

Do we all to have epilepsy?

Then even I heard some strange noises.

There is a test that you can take

to determine what do you have the disease.

Oh, this is going to be just

a little bit unpleasant.

There's sticking... it sticking...

Don't move.

Stay very still now.

Don't talk.

How long this is take?

Not long, not long.

About 45 minutes.

Now I would like you to do

some deep breathing exercises for me.

OK, breathing deeply through your mouth.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Now, that medication I gave you early

is gonna make you take a little nap.

What is it, Whit?

Good news!

The test came back negative.

You do not have temple lobe epilepsy.

Hi, dad.

Dad, I waited ........ for you to come home.

Help me go to sleep, daddy?

I'm having a very hard time without you.

Without a sound the white camellia fell,

To sound the darkness of the deep stone well.

That's a lot of pictures for a few words.

Yeah.

It's a kind of poem called "Haiku".

Dad, I have a very bad problem.

-What's up?

-There's a skull staring at me.

With huge eyes.

I can see it in my head.

Do you have a bad dream?

No.

I saw little blue doctors, dad.

And tall thin ones too.

With big eyes.

Were they real, dad?

I don't know.

What do you think they are?

I don't know. They're kind of scare me.

Kind of?

Not truly, they're ugly and...

that's scary, but...

inside...

they also ..... perfect.

Like that poem.

Ten... falling asleep.

Deeeply, deeply asleep.

Anne, let's go back in time.

Do you remember Christmas?

Allright, let's go back further.

Go back to the night,

that Alex and Sara came to the house.

Do you remember that night?

Well, it wasn't a very peaceful night.

Go on.

The house was full.

It was like a party.

A party?

I don't think Whitley was there

right much of the time.

What about your son.

God!

Oh God, he's screaming.

It's painfull to hear.

Oh, it's like something's happening to with it's.

Whitley is going, I want to go.

I've got to go.

You are not suppose to go.

I've got to go!

You are suppose to stay in bed.

I've got to go, my baby is screaming!

Anne, who is talking to you?

I've got silly! I'm not suppose to say, I don't know!

I'm not suppose to do this!

Why? What's preventing you?

I'm out of it... I'm out of it, right?

I'm out of it.

Yes, quite suddenly.

I don't know...

there was somebody doing something...

There was somebody else...

He calls them "little doctors".

I don't like this.

He seems so little.

What should we do?

Should he be hypnotized, we send him to Janet?

No, he is too young.

I'll go back myself see what this is.

Whitley, let's go back now to the night of december 26th,

the day after Christmas.

What do you having for supper?

Goose... and a cranberry souce, sweet potatoes,

Christmas.........

Now, go forward to later that night.

Go forward.

What happens?

I'm checking up the house.

Why?

In case there might be somebody there...

...hiding.

Who?

Those things people.

-Did you know about those people then?

-Sure.

Did you tell anyone?

Well, I didn't suppose them.

Have a gun.

Why do you have a gun?

I have that...

the feeling... that

it might...

...somebody there, hiding.

Not us.

I'm going to take you further forward

in that night.

You relax, deep sleep.

You're going to remain calm.

What happens?

I am you. You are me,

and...

we are here.

I am the dreamer, you are the dream.

Is that someone there?

Wow!

Wait a minute.

What are you doing?

Please, let me go.

Awful, terrible.

-What's terrible?

-What they did to me.

I had enough, I give up.

I want to go home.

In spite of...

Are you old?

Please, let me go.

I can't wake up.

Here I am! I'm naked.

I'm naked!

I'm talking to you like you are real.

Go to hell.

Terrible.

Can we talk this over?

It looks like we're going to see

the white Christmas.

You're probing my mind.

I'll kill you.

How dare you.

I'll kill you.

You've broken my mind.

I can't get out of this.

Mum.

Mum!

Oh, he wants a...

he wants his mum.

I can't get out of this!

One... waking up.

Two... waking up.

I'm seeing things in my whole life.

What is it, Whit?

Three... you're awake.

It's been...

Thank you.

Now I know, this thing has been in my life...

my whole life.

I passed it on.

Now it's with my son.

I've seen them before.

-In your childhood ..........

-No, no, no. Like I'm seeing you, like I'm seeing this.

Like I'm seeing everything...

seeing room.

You say, that...

there is a group...

Yes, a special group.

I don't want to be crazy.

I'd like to introduce Anne and Whitley.

Whitley's had some very vivid experiences.

He's a writer...

I'm not sure, I'm comfortable

with the writer beeing here, Janet.

Yeah, the force will kick me off

of this got out.

Do the rest of you feel threatened

by his profession?

Well, it's face that the newspapers laugh of us.

More like an entertainment.

Not that kind of writer I'm making up on,

I'm novelist.

So, what you got to write about us?

A comic novel?

Wait a minute,

Whitley isn't here because he is a writer.

He's here for the same reasons you are.

Why don't you tell us something

of what you can remember?

What I remember?

It couldn't be what happened that

what I happened, I don't know, I remember...

monsters.

They came into my house.

The short stocky ones, and the covered alls,

with the slim willowy ones with the big eyes.

Beg your pardon?

What?

Who was involve with you?

What do you mean?

Oh come on, let's cut the crap.

Which group ot the aliens abducted you?

Bob, we are not victims,

we are participants.

Well, I don't know' about you folks,

but I am very definitely a victim.

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