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Did you get what we sent you?"

His mind raced.

He had gotten nothing sent here since he came here, whenever and however long it was ago, or to the best of his memory, he hadn't.

He had stopped using the mail back when he had seen the Inspector General man on TV and seen the way his teeth bulged out of his flabby gray gums like those of a horse.

Of course he'd never accept a package.

God knows what was in it or who it was from, but even worse were the implications that they, or this woman, knew where he was.

I didn't get anything, he stated, trying his best to sound calm.

He reached for another cigarette, forgetting about rationing them and his method of telling time.

I never got anything from you.

We already delivered it, the voice answered back.

Delivered it where?

He whipped his head around in terror towards the door, half expecting to see one of them standing there, their misshapen alien bodies crammed against the walls and ceiling, slouching toward him.

But no, the door was still locked as tightly as it had been for the last few days, and the chair he had lodged in front of it hadn't even moved.

How did you get in here?

I was awake for two days.