What if everything
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What scene in your book was your favorite to write?
Many favorites, but this one puts Jason with Arkan in a congressional hearing in the capital building. I like it because it gives some idea of Arkan, the alien, and pokes fun at the politicos in Washington:
As far as I could see it was all political maneuvering and had nothing to do with learning about Arkan and the Ark. I had not been asked one question. I was pondering this when I looked up at the ceiling. There intermingled with the light from the chandelier was the familiar glow.
“Arkan!” I said under my breath.
“It is I,'' echoed from the chandelier.
There were exclamations from the public gallery. People were now pointing at the chandelier. The Chairman was pounding his gavel.
“Order...order...we will have order in this Committee Room...order…”
I knew I had to do something. No one was paying attention to me. I decided to act. I envisioned Arkan sitting in the seat beside me. He was there. I stood up.
“Mr. Chairman, I…”
“The witness will take his seat!”
I sat down. Now people were pointing again. The DNI was pushing away from the table. Arkan was in the chair smiling his familiar smile, but I understood that as yet no one else in the room was seeing him. They were seeing the glow.
“Mr. Chairman, Arkan is here!” I said, but the Chairman was confused.
“The witness will be in order,” he shouted as he banged the gavel.”
There was a commotion in the Gallery and then a Congresswoman from New York fainted. I pushed back from the table and stood up.
“Everyone,” I raised my voice, “everyone look at the monitors. Look at the image of Arkan on the monitor...look at it and fix that image in your mind. DO IT NOW,” I shouted. The Chairman pounded the gavel but no one paid attention. People were pointing again and I could hear people saying, “I see him,” and “There...look he’s sitting there!” and other exclamations.
I was motioning for everyone to quiet down. “Please, please everyone...hold that image from the monitors in your mind, and let me explain.”
The Chairman was mumbling, “Order...order...order…”
The room was silent.
“Please everyone,” I was pleading. “I have tried to explain this so many times. When I talk to Arkan I talk to the image that I have of him in my mind, because that is what he sees in my mind. It is the same with you who are seeing him as the image you see on the monitors. He is in your minds seeing that image.”
There were some gasps. I looked at the Chairman. He was white as a sheet, his eyes bulging, his lips moving with nothing coming out. The Ranking Member was talking to him and pointing at one of the monitors. General Proteus was carefully extending his hand to Arkan. I introduced Nelson who stood up and came forward. Felix reached over as well. We were creating a sense of normalcy whether those participating knew it or not. I looked up at the dais. Several Committee Members were trying to revive the Congresswoman from New York. The Ranking Member was talking sideways to the Chairman who was staring straight ahead, but was now nodding his head. I looked around at David. He smiled and gave me a barely perceptible thumbs up. I turned back to Arkan.
“You made one hell of an entrance,” I said.
