After a long walk, Mister Mxy gets to his destination, the coast of Chicago.
He looks around as he says to himself: "The place where they gather... the place where they gather..."
Then he sees a little house near the docks.
"AHA!" he says, pointing at it.
He walks to the little house saying "From how they described it, you'd think the place would be bigger... But they were never good describing 3D things..."
Inside the house, an old man sitting on a chair tries to rest, when the door opens itself. The figure of a man with a coat and a big top hat and light in his eyes appears behind the door.
"My name is Mister Mxy" the man says "And I'm here to help you overcome the invasion"
"Uh..." the old man says "Ya got da wrong adress, sonny..."
"But... this is the location they gave me..."
"Sorry, but am da only one here, and I dunno nothin 'bout any invasions..."
"Damn it! They think they are so good and they can't even give me a location in a simple 3D plane...! Wait, wait... you say you don't know about any invasions?"
"Nopee"
"Now that I think about it... All the human beings I have encountered don't seem too worried about the invasion, either... Hmmm... Excuse me for a moment, ok?"
Mister Mxy closes his eyes, and when he opens them, the light coming from the is gone. He yells:
"GET OUT OF MY--"
He looks around, disoriented.
"What the fuck...? Oh, no! Not again!"
A voice in his head asks him "Say, Mick, do you happen to know anything about any invasions to this dimension?"
The old man, watches, intrigued...
"INVASIONS??? What the fuck are you talking about!!! GET OUT OF MY BODY, WILL YOU????" Mick answers.
"So, no invasions?" the voice asks again.
"NOOOOO!!! NOW GET--"
Mister Mxy closes his eyes again, shakes his head, and reopens them.
"You were right... There is no invasion. How is that possible?"
"Well, not that I know much bout this stuff, but..." the old man says "Maybe you landed in the wrong year, sonny. You come from da future, dontcha? Maybe this invasion hasn't happened yet..."
"'Future'? What do you mean, 'hasn't happened yet'?"
"Maybe your bosses sent ya to da wrong year, pal"
"Wrong year...? Wait, wait... Oh, of course!" he says "Linear time lines! You humans have events ordered chronologically! When the invasion starts, only the moments 'AFTER' it will be affected!"
"See? I told ya!"
"Do you know a place where I can take a transportation to a precise moment of the... 'future'?"
"You mean like a time machine? Nope, haven't done those yet. Weve got cellphones, tough..."
"Damn it... several units of time could pass before the invasion starts... and only then I could act..."
"Well, ask yer bosses to send ya to the right time then!"
"I can't! I can't come back home until I have completed my mission!"
"Oh, bummer, sonny"
"What will I do in the meantime...?"
"Well, you could travel... they say Paris is lovely in this time of da year..."
"I must stay here... I have been told that those that I will help will be here...."
"Well then, stay! This is a wonderfull city, ya know! And you'll always be welcomed here, if ya need a place to stay!"
"Well... thank you for your help, kind sir... You have my eternal gratitude... I guess I will just hang around until I'm needed. Good bye!"
"Buh-bye!" says the old man, as Mxy closes the door behind him "...freakin' lunatic!!!"
"Well..." says Mxy "I guess I will just give good ol' Mick his body back, and stay alert in case soemthing happens"
Once again, he closes his eyes and when the are reopened Mick is back in charge of the body.
"--BODY NOW!"
He notices he is outside the house.
"Oh, mother fucker...!"
Then he realizes he can't feel Mxy inside his head anymore.
"Oh, thank Gob..."
And then he is knocked down by a man in a black suit, and taken to a van.
"Why me...?" he'd say if he was councious.
