Well, I have to say, I'm flattered. I did not think that you guys wanted me to do an epilogue! My greatest thanks. And here it is.

I woke up on the white hospital bed.

So I did get out alive, I thought. I looked up. Doctors and nurses surrounded me. I also noticed that I was now in a hospital gown instead of my coat. Legitimate, I thought.

I also noticed my son standing next to me, cuddling my hand.

"Dad," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright," I answered.

"You're in the pre-operation room right now," he explained.

"They're gonna do surgery on you and straighten out your intestines, because Zim's leaders didn't roll them back properly.

"I've tried to explain to them what happened," he said. "But they won't believe me!" I looked at my son with sympathy. Suddenly, a doctor walked in.

"Professor," he said, addressing me by the respectful title, "what exactly happened?"

I took a deep breath. "If I told you, you'd never believe me."

"Tell me."

"I was abducted by aliens and cut open! And that's why my organs are misplaced."

The doctor shook his head, a concerned look in his eye.

"I guarantee you, Sir, that everything's going to be alright after the surgery, and that your trauma will shortly end."

No. That was it. What if someone ELSE was in danger? I fumed.

I stepped off of the bed. I took out the only thing that the aliens had left on me— the thread to stitch me up with. I handed the bloody strings to the doctor.

"Look at this under a microscope, if you will." My organs were beginning to drop out of me, and I didn't have a lot of patience. Luckily, the doctor knew so, so he did as he was told. I watched him as he studied the fibers, mouth agape.

"Now," I said calmly. "Tell me that that element is from our planet. Look me in the eye and tell me." I waited. The doctor didn't say anything.

"I thought so," I said.

I was beginning to see stars from the loss of blood, so they wheeled me into the operating room and fixed my wounds.

When I woke up, I felt nauseous and was vomiting a little, but overall it went alright, and the doctors said I was recovering at a healthy pace, but that I had to be hospitalized for a while, and then institutionalized because they feared I might go insane from the trauma, and they were probably right.

I never again had an experience with aliens and being cut open, but one thing was for sure… I'd never doubt my son again.