Dr. Haverstein returns.

I hear a buzzing noise and a loud click and then the big steel door to my prison swings open. Dr. Haverstein enters flanked by two strong-looking men in scrubs.

"Mr. Florez, I'm glad to see that you look well. We're going to do a few tests today and if all goes as expected you will be released."

I'm shocked. I was actually starting to think I'd be a prisoner here forever. I'm also still pissed.

"Oh, great. So glad you're going to let me out. Do you think you can tell me what the fuck has been going on?"

"I can see this has been stressful for you--"

"No shit, doc."

"--but until today I have not had authorization to reveal any information to civilians..." He pauses. "Ask your questions. I will tell you what I can."

"What's happened to Ivan?"

He shakes his head. "I am not permitted to discuss Ivan's current whereabouts or condition, but I can tell you that he was exposed to a... microbial infection that appears to be newly evolved. When a person becomes infected to a large enough degree, it can alter his genetic makeup and have strange psychological effects. To take over the body of its host, the infection seems to need time to grow, and it seems to spread only to those who have had repeated contact with large amounts of the infected man's semen."

"So it's like some kind of crazy bacteria that turns guys into hypersexed muscle freaks?"

"No, no... It's not bacterial. In fact, we're not sure how to classify it biologically... but otherwise... well, that is the gist of it."

"And I was exposed?" I'm both terrified and turned on by the idea.

"Yes. However, we've been monitoring you closely and have administered experimental treatments that we believe have eliminated any infection you may have had. Or at least, we've killed so much of it that it is now undetectable, and--"

I interrupt, "and as long as its not a huge amount in my system it has no effect and can be fought off by my immune system."

"Exactly."

"Where did it come from?"

"We believe it is newly evolved. The microbe does not behave in ways that we are used to seeing. The infection does not progress as we might expect. That means it's completely new, or..."

"Alien?"

"Well, possibly. But, no. We don't think so. Anyways, we need to collect some samples from you. My assistants will draw some blood and get swabs of your nose, ears, mouth, anus, and urethra. We'll also need a semen sample," he says, handing me a cup. "Provided everything comes back normal, we'll be transporting you home tomorrow. You're family has been kept up to date on this situation, and I'm sure they'll be very happy to have you home."

[[At this point there are several ways to continue the story: We don't know what's happened to Ivan, but maybe we'd like to find out. Miguel seems cured, but maybe the infection has mutated and he's still a carrier. Have the doctors really been treating Miguel, or have they been doing experiments instead? Maybe they're the ones who designed the contagion in the first place? Or, is this the beginning of an alien encounter?

Vote or add your own suggestions in the comments. I'm eager to continue the story but would love some inspiration.]]