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‘What am I looking for?’ she asked, touching my calf gingerly. ‘Is this
one of the scars left after the UFO abd—?’
I interrupted her. ‘You’ll know when you feel it. Press hard.’
She did, and after a moment she suddenly fell backwards. ‘Jesus,
you’ve got a hole in your leg, under the skin! They did that to you?’
In contrast to her alarm, I was quite calm. ‘This is obviously your first
interview with an abductee.’
I continued without giving her a chance to recover her smugness.
‘That mark was left on me as a result of the Lalor incident, which I
will tell you about in due course. There is another hole in exactly the same
place on my other leg. I woke up with both of them one morning, with no
idea where they came from. They were purple to begin with. Only later did
I begin to realise how they could have got there.’
Her mouth was slightly ajar, and I felt a sense of satisfaction.
‘I have another mark, below my navel. It’s faded quite a bit, but it
was very pronounced at first. It’s an equilateral triangle, measuring one
centimetre on each side, and quite unnatural. It looked like a burn when it
first appeared and the skin had also been punctured.’
I showed her the place where part of that scar still remained. ‘I’ll bear
these marks on my legs for the rest of my life, but there are marks far worse
than these — on the inside.’ A slight twinge of remembrance caught me off
guard: the past was so ‘un-dead’. No, I told myself, this interview has to go
as smoothly as possible. I had to try to explain my experience from the
perspective of a detached observer — it was safer that way.
The woman’s eyes were wide open. ‘I’ve never seen anything like
that before!’ she said, staring at me. ‘Those holes in your calves — it’s as if
someone took an apple corer to you.’
‘It’s like a biopsy.’
‘Yes, of course, a biopsy. How did they get there?’
‘That’s the question, isn’t it? How did they get there? Who made
them, and why?’
‘I see,’ she said quietly. She lit a cigarette, and so did I.
I scrutinised her carefully through the smoke. ‘Are you ready to hear
my story with an open mind?’
‘Definitely,’ she whispered.
‘Good, then I think we can begin.’