It was in my mind, crawling around in there, poking into dark corners. It dragged out my fears and shames and casually, brutally dissected them.
Before, I had been creeped out just by it touching me.
It picked it’s way through my mind towards a certain day, hour, minute. Once there its search became insistent and then finally frenzied.
The more frustrated the alien got, the more it hurt.
After a while it let go and I slumped in my chair. It chittered something at the human cop and then scuttled out.
The policeman said to me, “You can go.”