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have an alien in your fridge.” Allen, momentarily forgetting that his friend has radiation sickness, sounded like a boy who’s just discovered frogs for the first time.
    Frank didn’t dare speak, but nodded.
    “But it’s radioactive … ?” Allen continued. Frank nodded again.
    They both burst out in laughter.
    “This is so surreal.” Allen understood why Frank hadn’t told them about it. He still thought Frank was an idiot for taking on the risk himself.
“It’s getting a little chilly, do you wanna go back inside?”
    “Inside with the alien?”  
    ”I’m cold.”
His nausea had not subsided but he did feel like he could deal with it.  
    Soon it started diminishing.
    Allen felt around in his jacket’s hand-warmer pockets and discovered the small white envelope he found on his car.
    “Hey, this was on your windshield.”
    He handed the envelope to Frank.
    “Oh yeah, a bullshit ticket. If I survive this, I’ll call the police department.”   Frank brawled exclusively over the phone.
    “No, I don’t think this is a ticket-“
    “Well what is it?”
The envelope felt slightly too thick for a ticket.
“Something round.”
    Frank took the envelope from Allen and opened it. Indeed, there was a note and two blue capsules in a blister pack. He unfolded the note.

    This should help with the radiation.

    Frank ducked as if he was being watched.
    “Somebody saw me.
      Somebody must have seen me.”  
    “Relax, relax.
    Is there a phone number or something?”
    Frank searched the note and the envelope and found a blank business card with a handwritten number on it. Then he inspected the blister pack.
    It read ‘Prussian Blue’ on the back.
    “Oh yeah, those help flush radiation out your system. You should totally take those."
    Frank did as he was told.
"Anyone see you while you were on campus?”
“Weiss … " Weiss was where the list began and ended.
He only saw a few students and a few drunken as hell freshmen, who were trying to 'keep it cool'.
Just like when he was a kid.  
    "You have his number?” Frank asked.
    Allen pointed to the card.
    “No, but you might.”

    Frank picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card. A deep, masculine and crackly voice picked up.
    “I was expecting your call a bit sooner.”
    “Hey.
    Is this Weiss?
    Who is this??
    Hector?”
    “So, this is Cabella Jr!
      Great to finally talk to you.
      I hear you have radiation poisoning?”
    wait--- “Bingo."
    How did he know? "What clued you in?”
    “Can we cut through the anonymity rituals?
Frank was getting a little annoyed with the anonymity and the voice didn’t sound quite as mysterious as irritatingly british.
“The University has more than students and teachers on campus. There are other interested parties in the research done in your labs. I am one of the interested parties.”
Had Frank not been under the influence of Jen’s nana’s peaceful pot, he might’ve thrown a few uncalled-for curses at the man.
    “Listen; I don’t know who you think you--“
    “Meet me at Remillard park on Poppy Lane in 20 minutes. I’ll answer all your questions then.”
Frank was lost for words.
    He was just about to tell the guy go get screwed
“And drink those Prussian Blue tablets, Frank;
    if you want to survive----
    Which is completely up to you.”
    Dial Tone.
    Frank got dressed while Allen patiently waited in the hallway. He had wanted to see the remains of the alien almost as badly as he was afraid of radiation poisoning.
    Frank finally came out of his bedroom.
    “Dressed to kill …………… sorry.”
    Allen didn’t mean the pun, but he was stoned. Frank observed him longingly staring down the fridge, as though he could see through it, if only it let him.
    “It’s no use pal, it looks like soggy blue cornflakes anyway.” This explanation was enough to satisfy Allen’s curiosity for the time being.
    Frank initially wanted to walk to the park, but Allen insisted on driving.
    Even though the nausea’s