"And you say that the creature was able to bypass all the security measures?" the man asked, startling George out of his stupor. He blinked once, then refocused his eyes on the man sitting before him. They were in the Oval Office, it's design calming him slightly. Behind the man at the desk, the President, the large windows showed a bright summer day.

"Yes sir," George said, "shall I continue?" The President nodded, and George launched back into his tale. "As I said earlier," he said, "we have no idea where the creature came from. It seems to like fear, however. You'll see in the reports that it took Ron by becoming a giant spider, and Mary by filling the hall with water. She was always afraid of drowning, sir. Anyway, I and Gina had reached the control tower ahead of it. While I went up to the tower to call for help, she stayed below to engage all the security measures. To try and kill the thing, you know.

"I don't know how it got through sir. Those doors were each made of three-inch solid steel, and the last one was even reenforced with an extra two-inch layer of lead. I had just engaged the emergency call-out when the creature confronted me. It tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned to see it standing right behind me. That gave me quite a fright, of course, as it was in its, well, 'natural' form, I would guess." The President coughed. "Yes sir?" George asked.

"These reports indicate that the creature's 'natural' form is that of a 'black man-shaped hole of darkness'. What, exactly, does it mean by that?" the President asked. George frowned slightly.

"It's hard to explain, sir," he said, "I imagine that the closet comparison would be a silhouette. Except, its more, solid, sir. And in three dimensions, as well. And I kept on seeing a horrible, grinning, face that wasn't all there..." He shivered. The President nodded.

"Continue, please," he said gently. George nodded.

"Of course, sir," George said, "where was I? Oh, yes, of course. The tower." George cleared his throat. "The creature confronted me, and I ran." George said, "I ran over to the other side of the tower, where the tower controls are located. The thing followed me at a leisurely pace, almost seeming like it enjoyed it... Then, I spotted the sunroof controls. As you know, the tower was equipped with an open-able roof, in case the facility needed to be evacuated that way for some reason. So, I pressed the button." The President grunted.

"Why, though?" he asked, flipping idly through the report, "What would lead you to believe the sun would destroy such a creature?" George blinked. He didn't really know.

All he could remember was the fear. The terror. He was almost mad with it. He'd seen the sunroof controls and had lunged at them like a starving man to a feast. Except he'd had absolutely no reason to. In fact, he'd had every reason not to. What if the sunlight hadn't killed it? What if, instead, it had gotten loose? A being with nigh-limitless power that killed for sport and fun, loose on an unsuspecting world. The laws of physics had been the damn thing's toy! And yet, he'd thrown the switch. Opened the pod bay doors, so to speak.

"I..." George said, his mind working furiously to supply a reason, "I guess I figured that if the damn thing acted so much like some fairy-tale monster already that throwing sunlight at it couldn't hurt." The President eyed him skeptically, then nodded.

"Well," the President said, standing up, "it sounds as though you saved us from a great evil, George." George stood up and shook his hand. "We're all in your debt," the President said with a smile, "of course, you can't tell anyone, but still." George nodded. "I have just one more question, if you could be bothered." the President added.

"Of course!" George said quickly.

"In your report, you said that after the monster was destroyed," the President said, then read from a paper, "that a 'fine mist of something black had drifted towards you.' You suspect this was left over from the creature, correct? And was just, floating on the breeze, as it were?" George nodded. "Well," the President said, looking George in the eye, "my papers here say that the sunroof controls were on the south side of the tower. Which would put the creature on the north side. I also have reports that the wind that day was a stiff gust to the north." George froze. His eyes widening.

"Odd," he heard himself say, "perhaps the upper air-fields had brief moment of confusion, ha! Then again, sir, I was quite tired at the time. It may just be the imaginings of an overtaxed mind." The President nodded, and George moved his jaw experimentally. He hadn't meant to say that.

"Of course, of course," the President said, then smiled, "now, I expect you'd like to be home to rest? You may go, if you wish." George nodded gratefully, and picked up his copy of the reports.

He remembered that day well. Very well. The strangest thing, he'd thought, is the way that, just before he'd opened the sunroof, the creature had seemed to say, "Perfect." Also strange was the way the creature's screams of pain had sounded somehow... Rehersed.

His mind worked furiously as he nodded to the President and left. He soon found himself walking down one of the White House's halls to his car, almost without thinking it. Suddenly, realization bloomed in his mind. He walked gracefully to where his car was parked on a curb.

All the while screaming at his muscles to stop.

"Perfect." said a voice, somewhere not all that far off. Somewhere, he was sure, was in his head, even though it sound as though it was coming from right behind him.