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ground.  “I can’t remember.”
                  Some more Grecos walked passed us and the captain greeted them before they walked onto the ship.
                  “He’s probably fine,” the captain said with a pat on my back.  “Allergies sometimes make me confused too.  Now, you two go find your seats.  We’ll be taking off shortly.”
                  When the captain talked to me he smiled and nodded a lot as if I was a small child who couldn’t understand big words.  My stature and young face had made the captain think that I was probably three years younger than I actually was.
                  “Sir, I think that this man has something more than allergies.  Could you please call someone to have him escorted back to his house?”
                  More passengers walked by and boarded the ship.  The captain smiled and shook their hands and welcomed them on board.  When they were gone the smile vanished from his face and he looked at me, this time not crouching to my level but standing at his full height, and said, “with all due respect, son,” pointing a finger into my chest, “and I’m guessing that not much is due because you are probably in grade school, I think that this man is fine.  I’m a captain and you’re a passenger.  I’m an adult and you’re a kid.  This is my call.  He’s fine.  So please, board the ship.”
                  Something in those eyes scared me and made me feel like a lamb looking up at a butcher.  He was right, in some ways.  He was the boss and I was not, and so whether or not I was right, he was the one who got to make the decisions.  So I decided to take the situation to a new boss.
                  “C’mon, Verne,” I said grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and walking back down the hall from where we came.
                  “Where are you going?” the captain asked me.
                  I heard his footsteps behind me and I began to walk faster.
                  I was going to report this to another authority, but I didn’t answer.
                  The captain grabbed me by the back of the shirt and flung me up against the wall.  His strong hands held my collar and pushed into the back of my neck.  My head was turned to the side and my cheek was pressed against the carpeted wall.
                  Passengers were walking by and the captain laughed calmly to them and said, “He’s a little nervous about the flight.”
                  The people chuckled and then continued on.  I tried to call for help, but the breath had been knocked out of me.  I heard the captain behind me getting something out of his pocket.
                  I felt a needle go into my neck.  “That should have you feeling much better, sir.”  He pulled the syringe out and his grip on me loosened.  “Brandon, will you come and escort this young man to the holding cell while I greet the passengers?”
                  The big blond man came over and picked me up and pulled me onto his shoulder.  I was trying to fight, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate.  As he carried me, I watched the heels of his boots come up behind him.  “Please, no!”  I felt a tickling sensation in the back of my throat and tried to remain conscious, but I felt as though I was trying to hold onto a wall of ice.  I was slipping.  I swallowed hard and looked around for any help but found none.  My head grew heavy and I knew that I was about to go.  My last thought was, ‘I have to warn Saul!  There’s something wrong!’ and then I fell into a dreamless unconscious state.
     
     
                  When I awoke I flailed my arms back and forth and felt that they were pinned down, “Sir!” someone yelled at me.  I opened my eyes and the blond flight attendant who had carried me was standing over me, his face