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said.
                  Dr. Hays slid the yellow sheet across the desk to Richard. Richard picked it up and saw that it was a gridded sheet detailing the breakfast and lunch meals for each work day for the following week. There was chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans scheduled for the following Friday.
                  At the top the header read Cafeteria schedule for the week of October 24-28: Unofficial copy, all meals subject to change. And then in the top right corner in blue ink, someone had stamped FOUO: not for distribution.
                  Richard swallowed hard, feeling as though he was holding a very important document.
                  “Can I have this?” He asked. “Is this my copy to keep?”
                  He held the paper out toward Dr. Hays, wondering if the Doctor would take it back from him or allow him to keep it.
                  Hay’s made a face as if deciding if Richard could be trusted with having a copy or not. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll trust you to keep that between just you and me, you can keep that as your copy. Just know that outside the walls of this office that is confidential, and I would hope that you do everything in your power not to expose it. The clinic can’t afford to allow unofficial information to be leaked out in the open.”
                  “You can trust me.” Richard said and then brought the paper back up so he could read it once more, then he carefully folded it six times, and put it in his left jacket pocket. He buttoned the pocket so there was no chance that the schedule could slip out.
                  Doctor Hays watched all of this and then after a moment he spoke.
                  “Now about Steven, is there anything more that you feel comfortable sharing?”
                  Richard sat and looked back at the Doctor for a time. He wasn’t sure where to begin.
                  “You’re a real person, right Doc?” Richard asked while scratching the hair under his chin like some lackadaisical zoo animal. “I guess, what I mean to say is you’re the real you right? I mean , when you’ve been through what I’ve been through…or what I think I’ve been through, you feel you have to ask. You know?”
                  “Yes, I think I understand, and yes I am a real person, the real me, but Richard, we’ve been over this. That night… you simply had an accident and nothing more. You are very lucky to be alive, and lucky that you didn’t kill someone else.”
                  “Steven doesn’t think that’s the truth. He feels that there is an entirely different story to what happened that night.”
                  “The version that has you waking up screaming?”
    Richard nodded.
                  “Do you feel comfortable talking about that version?”
                  “It’s confidential?”
                  “Entirely confidential.”
                  “And you won’t think I’m,” Richard hesitated. “You know…”
                  “Insane? No Richard, I won’t think you’re insane.”
                  “The reason I ask if you’re a real person, is because Steven believes that there are people, walking around and posing as people, who are not really people at all.”
                  “What are they, if they’re not people?”
                  “They are aliens. Highly intelligent aliens that are preparing to take over our planet. They are studying us, learning everything about us before they ultimately take over and enslave humanity.”
                  “And these aliens look like people?”
    Richard nodded.
                  “Just like people, or is there some way to tell them apart?”
                  “They look just