"I... I'm Lieutenant Cleve L. Ro... Robinson," Cleve stuttered, "US Navy. USS Eld... Eldridge. DE-173. Number #112357." He was too shocked to speak clearly. The man in front of him was still holding the shotgun. Cleve was too confused to think clearly. He put his hands up in surrender.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of a creature he has never seen before.
"Ja... James," Cleve stuttered, "Who is that? How can he talk?" He pointed to Deimos.
Suddenly, Cleve remembered his friend Frank.
"And where's me friend Frank?" Cleve demanded, "What have you done to him." Cleve thought that the man in front of him, or the creature, has killed Frank. Cleve's mind filled with anger... and fear.