I was left to wait in the room alone. It was nice not being watched by guards, but the mirror across from me had me creeped out. I knew that someone was standing behind it, observing me. I lay my head on the cold metal table to escape the gazes.
Maybe no one was watching me, and I was just being paranoid.
I didn't feel really well rested. The time I had slept before getting woken up was not really enough to keep me going; I was so damn drained from everything that happened, possibly also because I had overused my powers. But I didn't have any nosebleeds. Just so damn tired.
They let me wait here, perhaps because they had forgotten me or because they wanted to build up psychological pressure. Instead, I just started to get sleepy.
What psychological pressure? Want to rape me? I nearly had yesterday already. I was in here forever; what else could they do to me?
If it were about solitary confinement, I would gladly oblige and get more sleep and a toilet for myself, which wasn't soundproof, but at least I was unseen. Then I could conjure up a few comics to read.
I hadn't had enough time to experiment, but from the sole porn magazine I remembered looking at as a young teenager, it seemed that I had not had to remember the whole contents of a magazine or book to conjure it up. Even if I just remembered one picture of it, when I got it in my hands for two minutes, the pages showed also content I couldn't remember, maybe which I had never even seen.
That was both good and bad news. Good news because it meant that I could conjure up books I had only read part of, and learn something new from them, like new skills or anything. The bad news was that it meant that electronics were probably really a no. When I could conjure up books that I had not touched wholly, each page in it, then it meant I hadn't to be able to understand the content of the things in my memories. Then, the idea that I couldn't get electronics because I didn't understand their content fully or understand how it worked could be false.
Getting drowsy and closing my eyes, I dozed off, getting a bit of the so much-needed sleep. Still, it wasn't long when the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open again. Turning around, I saw a familiar face.
The female detective, Detective Norman, came in with a few files. She sat across from me, looking me straight in the eyes. Was that now my cue to ask her how she felt when she heard the sheep scream, followed up by some strange hissing?
"Kennith Howard, we haven't seen each other in a while." She said, opening the files she had on her.
"Yeah, for you, maybe." For me, it had been a few days.
"The incident yesterday…"
I sighed and interrupted her.
"Give me a piece of paper and a pen." I wish I could say that all the crazy actions I had done until now were planned to get someone like her to come and listen to me. But they had not. Would have been smart.
She furrowed her brows but obliged. Sliding paper and pen to me.
I started to draw.
"You don't seem as dumb as your colleague. You should already know that something is wrong. The phone number prefix, the pictures where my tattoo is missing, my lie detector test, my disappearance before showing up heavily injured, and now the strange injuries of the prisoners yesterday." I continued to draw a map. I had enough movement freedom with the cuffs, so that wasn't a problem as long as I moved my hands together. When I finished, I turned the paper and drew a second map.
"Henry…" I clenched my jaw together, hating to just speak out that name.
"He told me there were cameras set up by the police on the street where Henrietta's corpse was found. You should have seen him and me together there."
When I finished, I slid the paper back in her direction.
"Go there. Get a team, not alone. There is a monster there, something like a monstrous deer; no idea. I don't know where exactly the portal is, but you can cross with it to another dimension. The time difference is: one day in the parallel world is three months in this world. Go there and find the other Kenny, though he could be already dead. Then get me out of here." As I spoke, I felt desperate anticipation manifest inside me.
Maybe it was that easy; perhaps I would get out of here when they found Kenny2. Why haven't I thought of that before? No one needed the original Henrietta; we just needed the original culprit. An original Henrietta wouldn't make the corpse disappear, but the original culprit could be locked up for her death.
She took the paper and looked at both sides for a long time. On one side, I drew the map of the forest; on the other, I drew the parallel world city's outlines. Along with a cross where the original Kenny had lived, and I also drew the spot of the cave, marking it with the words 'monster's cave' and 'corpse hill'.
That should be it. I will get out of here in the most simple way. If they hurried, I was out in a few months. Kenny2, even if already dead from either our fight or because of some other reasons, should overturn my case.
I felt like crying again. There was no reason to despair.
Looking from the paper in her hands to Detective Norman's eyes, I saw her looking at me with an emotion I couldn't read.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it now; you can just see for yourself. Just hurry." I smiled at her and felt a bit more like myself again.