Release Her

Crossing the nursery was like something out of a disgusting war film. Every few feet I had to dodge alien drool that hurled itself towards me. Like an unarmed soldier escaping his trench, I was doubtful as to whether or not I'd make it to the enemy territory. To my surprise and delight we did make it. We crept up on the alien child. It had its back to us, but I could see it held Olivia in one hand tightly. With another hand it was grooming Olivia's hair. "She thinks your friend is a doll." Jack says to me. "Well, duh." I say to myself. "I'll get her down. Don't worry." Jack cuffs his hands over his mouth. He then squeaks loudly in a foreign language. The alien infant turns. It sees Jack and its eyes widen. Jack squeaks again to it. The infant shakes its head. Jack squeaks yet again, this time, however, he does it with venom. The infant lowers its head in shame. It releases Olivia, unfortunately she is still a good thirty feet above the ground. I start running to her frantically. Even though I have nothing to catch her with other than my own breakable arms.

Nursery

On the other side of the door was a room full of strange beings. They all had pink skin that was the texture of sandpaper. Each one of them had many, many limbs with claw-like hands. They all had big, bulging eyes, and every single one of them was the height of a small building. But I noticed something even stranger. They were all in various states of play. Some were making forts out of blocks, some were playing hinde n' seek, and some were even naping. "Are these the adults?" I ask, even though I know the answer. "No, don't be foolish. This is the nursery." "The nursery? You mean they're all..." "Infants? Yep. Every single one of them." Jack replies. "Shit. How big does your species get?" "Big. But we're not here to talk about me." Jack says. "You said "that brat" earlier. You think you know who took her?" I ask, changing the subject. "I have an idea. We just have to look for a child playing by themselves." "What about that one in the corner?" I ask, pointing to an alien with its back to us. Jack shrugs. "It's a good place to start."

Star Walk

I walked with Jack to the end of the table. He pointed out various stars and constellations,  but he never explained to me where we were. I had to bring up the subject again. He chuckled to himself and then responded "On a table." "But where is the table?" "It's floating in space." He says, with a coy smile. I let out an annoyed sigh. "Perhaps you're not asking the right questions?" He says. "You're right. How did I get here on this table in the middle of space?" "There ya go!" Jack shouts. "Well, how did I get here?" Jack smiles. "I remembered who I was." "And you're an alien?" I question. "To you, yes." "What does that even mean?" "It means that to you I could be considered an alien. But to me you're the alien. You see it's all a matter of perspective." I roll my eyes. "I'm happy for really. Just tell me where I am and how to get back home." "You want to go back home?" He asks. "Ideally. Yes." Jack shakes his head. "I'm afraid to say it  was kinda a one way trip." I rub my face in exhaustion. "Could you at least tell me where Olivia is?" Jack squints his eyes. "The girl?" "Yes, the girl. Where is she?" "Isn't she usually with you?" "She is, but we were separated. She was placed in a different container." My words slowly sink in Jack's head. I can tell he knows where she is. "That brat." He mutters. Jack then creates a door out of nothing. He opens it and ushers me to come along. "I'd prefer if you went first." I say.Jack nods. He walks through the door. I follow him a second later.

Hologram

"Jack?" I say in a stunned disbelief. Even though, deep down I know that nothing should surprise me anymore. "That's me. Or at least an aspect of me. Listen, I'm real sorry about what just happened." "What did happen?" I ask. "Oh, one of the children thought you were a toy. But don't worry, he'll get a stern talking to." "That was a child?" I shout. Jack nods. "And a mischievous one at that." There is a brief pause. "I'm not on Earth, am I?" "Not exactly." Jack says. "May I ask where am I?" Jack nods again. "I'll explain." The holographic image of Jack vanishes. It is now just me and the night sky. I curse a blue streak demanding that he come back. After a minuet or so, a door appears out of nowhere. It opens up to intense ray of light, followed shortly by Jack. This time though it is the real Jack, not a hologram. "Hold your horses. I said I'd explain. I just wanted to get closer."

Claw Hand

I stood there frozen in fear. I watched in slow motion as the giant, claw-like hand drew closer. It opened its claws wider. I took a deep breath. Any second now it would grab me. Probably squeeze the life out of me. Just as it's about to pluck me off the table, I hear a blood curdling screech in the distance. The giant hand stops. It draws back, and the big eyes disappear. I'm left alone for a few minutes. I wonder what the hell just happened,  but the strange events are far from over. "Sorry about that." A loud, booming voice says to me. I look up to see Jack. He appears exactly how I remembered him. Same ratty clothes and patchy beard, except now how I see him as a hologram that is as big as the night sky.

Bright Eyes

I figured I was on a wooden table of some sort. I didn't,  however, know if I was on a gigantic table or if I shrunk again. Fortunately(or unfortunately depending how you look at it) my question would be answered a second later. I looked up. There were two enormous eyes staring back at me. The whites were like two football sized flashlights. Because of this I couldn't tell what color the irises were nore could I see around the whites. All that surrounded them was darkness. I shielded myself as best as I could from the bright eyes. I walked backwards slowly. Then it pounced. And elongated, pink, hand sprung out of the dark. It opened its boney, claw-like fingers. I could tell it wanted to pluck me off the table. I stood there, frozen in fear, waiting.

Shaken

As I said previously, the grass cushioned my fall,  but that does not mean the experience was not painful. It can be doubly said about what came next. Someone or something was shaking my glass enclosure. I violently bounced back and forth from wall to wall. The shaking in all honestly probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. When it did stop, I plummeted straight down. The fall hurt like hell, but I was glad not to be rattled anymore. If only that peace could last. My glass enclosure was lifted up in the air. I was then flipped upside down. After that I was hurled through the giant opening with the many blades of grass. I fell and I fell with the grass. I finally hit what looked and felt like a wooden table.