The Recall Page #3

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- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You know a lot about cuts, huh?

Maybe.

What're you thinking about?

Well, um... let's see.

My best friend's dead.

And rob, rob just got fricking

sucked into the sky,

so that's pretty much

what's on my mind.

I know.

I know, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Just, just keep it pressed

against the cut, okay?

Yeah.

Charlie! Annie!

Ch-Charlie! Help!

- Oh my god!

- It's a bear trap.

Don't touch it! Don't touch it!

Shh, okay? We gotta

take it off, all right?

No, no, no!

Brendan, shh!

I'm gonna call for help.

I'm gonna call for help, okay?

I'm gonna take it off. I'm gonna

take it off, okay?

No, no, no, no.

Ah, it's stuck.

It's stuck, okay? Shh!

Oh, my god. Okay.

Okay. How does this work?

Shoot.

Stay here, okay?

Psst.

Careful. Might get a splinter.

Plus mine's bigger.

What do you want?

My trap back, for starters.

No, no, no, no!

Nice to see you too.

Stop! Ahhhh!

Stop your whining.

Need some cheese with all

that damn wine.

This is an emergency. Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

This is the U.S. military.

Where are you located?

Oh, thank god.

Oh, thank god, yes.

Uh, we're up, uh we're up near,

uh, uh, Trinity lake.

Those things are trying

to kill us.

Okay, listen.

Please calm down.

Where exactly in relation

to Trinity are you?

Um, east of, uh, rich...

Richfield road.

Please, you've gotta hurry.

Please.

I understand. Reading dense

vegetation at your locale.

Can you make it

to Garrity gulch?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so, yes.

Copy that. The extraction team

will meet you there just

as soon as possible.

Okay, thank you. Thank you.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

You got lucky. Artery along

the tibia's fine.

Oh my god, guys!

There's one inside.

In the cabin.

Just one?

Yeah.

I-I can't move.

Come on, sissy boy.

No, no!

- Time to dance.

- Where the hell you taking him?

Follow me.

Where we going?

Shh. Stop whining.

Where the hell are you going?

What is he doing?

Help's on the way.

What?

I got through, on the radio.

Thank god.

We, we need to meet them

at the lake, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- What the hell is he doing?

- I don't know.

Gotcha!

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh-huh. Welcome back.

Remember me?

Oh, what a bad host I am.

I'm sorry.

Maybe you'd like something,

something to drink.

You look a little thirsty.

Or maybe something to eat?

Here, you want something to eat?

I got the perfect thing for you.

Motherf***er.

What the hell, huh?

You used us as bait?

You piece of sh*t.

What? This funny to you?

Ow.

You guys,

I-i can't feel my leg.

You'll live, sissy boy.

This is gonna pinch.

Is he gonna be okay?

That was the easy part.

How-how did I get here?

He carried you.

- Drink this.

- What is it?

- You don't wanna know.

- Oh.

- Tastes aw...

- Bite.

This is gonna hurt.

Okay.

On three.

One... two...

Three.

You ready?

Bren needs more time.

We can't just drag him.

We'll drive.

You get the keys, and

we'll take the truck.

Okay.

I'll distract him.

Okay.

So your work it's, uh...

I mean, it's pretty

impressive, right?

Wait till you see

what I got planned

for our little friend

from outta town.

Won't work.

- Excuse me?

- What?

The truck.

Won't work.

Head gasket blew already.

Barely made it home

this afternoon, myself.

Oh my god.

You can take the boat though.

W-we'll take it.

What's so funny?

I didn't mean now. In the dawn.

Maybe even have a ghost

of a chance of making it.

Sunlight seems to interfere

with their, um, metabolism.

Slows 'em down.

Dawn?

You actually expect us

to sit around here until dawn?

Doing what?

You'd be lucky to make it

50 yards out that door, son.

What makes you such an expert

on these things anyways, huh?

Seventh of April, 1995.

Here we go.

Sitting in the shuttle flight

deck doing prelaunch checks.

I blinked, to wake up

and find myself

face down in a deserted land

2,000 miles away.

It was 48 hours later.

No memory of where I'd been.

No memory of how the hell

I get in the goddamn desert.

Then after a while,

things started coming back.

Little things. Lights.

Sounds.

Smells.

Tastes.

Sounds like you had a

hell of a trip, huh?

Yeah, we did.

Yes, we did.

Captain Romanovich and me.

Forgot to show you my souvenirs.

Yeah.

And this one.

This is how they mark

the generals.

Generals?

The ones that show promise

before the adjustments.

Just before the upgrades,

you know.

So you have a little

something extra.

What the hell are you

talking about?

Preparing for the coming storm.

For the last 60 years they

been conducting test runs.

Take one, two, at a time.

All in preparation for tonight.

Tonight's mass abduction.

I don't believe you.

What the hell are you?

Not really sure.

Only discovered it a couple

of years ago.

'Fore long everything

started to come back.

Everything, and more.

You see some of them memories,

they wasn't my own.

Mm-mm. Couldn't've been.

Figured they used some kind of,

uh, neural implant or something.

Yeah. But before long I knew

everything about 'em.

I knew that they had been

here before,

and I know they coming back.

I know we still be swimming

in tide pools

if it wasn't for them.

What?

Found some of us hiding in

caves when they came back

for the second set

of adjustments.

Then after the next visit,

homo sapiens were released

upon the world.

250,000 years later,

the next massive upgrade.

Guess you could call it

a bump up in human evolution.

Not exactly what they teach you

in Sunday school, is it?

Why is this happening. Why?

Did you know the first

astronaut was a chimp?

And the second was a dog.

The point I'm making is

that we seem to have no problem

with using the lesser species

for all our godforsaken

experiments.

Poke 'em with this,

prod 'em with that,

send 'em up in a rocket.

I guess I figure, we pretty

much the same to them.

So what you... you've known

about all this, about tonight,

and you didn't

say a word to anybody?

I did say something. I told

everybody. I told 'em all.

Look.

And they told me I was

having a transformation

of my sense of reality.

Damn visitors took

everything from me.

So tonight...

I'm gonna return the favor.

Oh, shh.

Sleepin'.

Hey, char.

We're, uh... we're gonna

get outta here, right?

Hey.

You think everything

happens for a reason?

I don't know. Why?

I was driving that night.

We were on our way home

from San Francisco.

I was on cloud 9.

She, uh, she just said yes.

I barely slept the whole

night before,

but I thought I could make it.

We were almost home.

Maybe an hour outside L.A.

And I woke up to her screams.

I'd been thrown

from the vehicle,

but she was still pinned

under the dash.

I'm stuck.

I'm gonna get you

outta here, okay?

There was smoke everywhere.

We gotta go, okay.

We gotta go right now, okay?

- Come on.

- I can't. I can't.

Come on. Come on.

Rachel!

I couldn't get her out in time.

Oh my god.

I'm sorry.

I think it's time to go.

Hey, Brendan. Brendan, wake up.

Hey, you okay?

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