Unexpected Visitors...

Hey Everyone!! :-)

Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from the third Petri Dish book:
“I wonder who…” said Petri, as she looked through the viewer to see who was outside their door. “What the…!” she turned astonished eyes to Chessie as she pushed the button to open the door.

The older woman moved closer, and so was on hand to catch Daji as he fell through the open door and nearly hit the floor. The two women half led, half dragged, the big alien to the living area and laid him on a sofa.

“Go get him some water,” Chessie instructed.

Petri nodded and returned quickly with the water. They lifted his head and tried to get him to drink, but he wouldn’t swallow. “What’s wrong with him?”

The older woman shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Petri leaned over the prostrate male and shook him by the shoulder. When there was no response, she put her hand on his cheek and turned his face towards hers. She reached out with her power and found something she had never encountered before. “There something…” she said, vaguely waving her palm over his forehead.

“You think he hit his head when he fell?”

“No, I don’t know what it is, but not that. Something, though.” She pushed her power deeper, feeling around the anomaly she’d found in Daji’s brain. “It’s almost like an open wound, but not of the tissue. Something else.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either.” Petri explored the edges of the damage, trying to be careful not to make it worse. As she examined Daji, she realized she recognized the feel of whatever was inside his head. “The Arcanum did this, whatever it is.”

Chessie’s face paled, and she put a hand on Petri’s shoulder. “Can you help him?”

Petri shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ll try.”