"So, start from the beginning," the female officer told me and handed me some cheap coffee in a Styrofoam cup. I cracked my knuckles, preparing to tell her my unbelievable story.
I was asleep at my office space in my home from another long day of filling out paperwork. I run a lawyer firm, so it's normal for me to get extra work that keeps me awake all hours of the night. I lifted my head from my desk and saw long strings of gibberish text on my dual monitors. My mouth was dry like the Mojave Desert and my eyes were crusty from sleeping for hours on end. I rolled my neck and cleared my screens of nonsense my head had entered the night before. I shifted around, readjusting myself to my space. My chair groaned as I sat up to open the dark blue curtains of my office. Then a loud, demanding bark came from the big double doors at the office's front that separated me from the rest of the house. I sighed and went to appease my wife's little monster. As a wedding gift, her brother got her a big and obnoxiously loud bloodhound. Most days Magnum would just lay around the house and not do anything but when 4 a.m. came, he'd howl to the heavens proclaiming his hunger. It was also the same time I'd leave to deal with unhappy people and their life altering issues. I carefully walked down the hall, as not to wake Larissa without a good reason. It was Sunday so I should have been with her but someone has to pay the bills in this house. When Magnum stopped biting at my nice Burberry loafers and I yawned and headed to wake myself with a nice cup of Joe. After succeeding to hit my head on multiple cabinets looking for the coffee beans in the dark, I found a bag of grounds and a clean mug from the sink. I filtered the grounds and smiled thinking of Larissa. Her long auburn hair and caramel skin being graced by the sun's warm glow. Her brilliant white smile glistening as we shared daiquiris on the balcony over looking the San Francisco Bay. The brewer made a sharp noise, pulling me from my thoughts. The coffee tasted dark and bitter but pleasant on my tongue. I yawned again and went to grab the newspaper from the front porch. The window on the front door that led to the outside was dark. "Great, another city wide power outage. This will be the third one this week." I thought to myself as I drew near the door mug in hand. I opened the door to nothing, a large black mass of nothing. Everywhere I looked was black as a BP oil spill. The street lamp that crowned the block was gone. "This isn't right, this just a hallucination." I picked up the paper from the porch and headed back inside to clear my head. I shrugged off the sight and went back to the office to finish signing and filling out mountains of paperwork. I sat back down at my desk and gazed at my computer screens. A small line of text caught my attention. "CODE EXCEPTED, AREA DELETED" I blinked, thinking I misread the information before. "Did I just...this can't be happening to me...this isn't possible!" My mind raced with thoughts and a small rap came at the office door. Larissa stood in a pair baggy sweat pants and light blue t-shirt. "Is something wrong, Andre?" she asked with a yawn. I was still in shock from what I read. "It's not true. This can't be true!" Larissa walked over to the desk and stared at the screen. A long moment of uncomfortable silence passed. Larissa turned to me and looked at me with suspicion. "Andre, what did you do?"
