Lost: Chapter 4

I stood there just glaring at all the stuff. “Good afternoon.” A man said. He wore a robe with spectacles. (He looked like Dumbledore.) He had a stroke or something because he talked weird. “Who are you?” I ask. “I’m…..well…..you might say…. Um………A……. ---‘Spit it out.’ Well……….—‘Are you an alien or what?’ Ye—no. He sighs. I’m a……..a scientist! What?!? You are too old. No I’m sorry, I’m a…a….um….a…a tourist of this lab.” I look at him suspiciously. “Okay. Tour us.” “Alright then. This is the part where they test things.” (An hour later.) “Here’s a cup of apple juice.” Keith. “Trevor?” “No thanks.” Then my father fell to the floor. Dead.