Project Moongate

He'd hear a soft, childish giggle, and the lights would flicker.

"Oh good. We appear to have company." Thomas states, forcing his protesting body to look around the room. Whatever drug was used is not agreeing with Thomas' body chemistry, and he has to fight not to vomit. The room spins, and it is only through an immense concentration of will that he avoids passing out.

"If you would please identify yourself, perhaps we could discuss the situation rationally?" Thomas asks, knowing that it is probably futile to do so. Diplomacy, however futile, should always be attempted. His ancestor, a man with an incredible temper, had said that. Hypocrite.

"Hm.... Nope!" The giggle continues. "I hope you like your present! She had me pick it out just for you, I think you impressed her! I have to go now, though, or she'll get mad. Don't tell anyone I was here, please!" The voice is that of a small child, a little girl. The presence fades swiftly, leaving them alone in the room.

The metal sphere injects something into Thomas, and the room straightens with a lurch.
"That was... entertaining. I really hope that isn't a corpse. Lying on my bed..."