If you are reading this, then there are two things you must know. First, something has come about which created a memory lapse in you. It was not by accident that this happened, and though you are not in danger, a very dangerous situation is in play and demands your help. Because of that, and a discovery since your memory lapse began that for some reason you seem to take well to the written word, I wrote this rather large letter to jog your memory. The second thing you must know is that what I have to tell you in this letter will dismantle just about everything you think you know about our world. Normally, giving you this information, especially considering how unsettling it is, is not recommended medically speaking, in terms of ‘recovery’. I must tell you that there is simply not enough time for us to wait for a ‘normal’ recovery, and again prepare you that there will be information in this writing that will unseat the foundation of beliefs you have, and not just as the person you are (which is now forgotten to you) but as a human. Trouble is, there just isn’t enough time, for we are on the precipice of a chance to literally save the world…and that is something you and I set out to do long ago. Our chance has come, so if you think you aren’t ready to accept information bound to shock your system, then take a moment or two, but no longer. Perhaps have a Nurse stand by whilst you read this. I will give you some personal information first, as to who you are, who I am, and how we got to where we are now. Then I will explain, briefly yet systematically what got us to the present moment and why your memory has been taken from you. You must know this memory lapse was created to slow us down in our attempts to save the world, and really nothing more than that. With that said, there is still a great amount of risk, yet at the moment the risk is not direct to you or to us…instead, it is directed at our species as a whole. I need you to, if anything, keep an open mind. Know I am your friend, and that few on Earth care for your well-being as much as I, and I’ll try to ease you into the things you must come to understand here. Perhaps a couple of deep breaths before you go on may help. OK, ready? Here we go:
Your name is Leland Fox, and you are called Lee for short. You were born September 20th in Akron, Ohio, and had a fairly normal and quiet upbringing…at least as far as I know. You have two Sisters and a Mother still alive, though you don’t see them much, and only because your present work keeps you too busy, and with too much traveling to see them. You do have a Wife and Son, yet they are not allowed at present to see you. Even if seeing them may help to jog your memory, our mission disallows it, mainly for their safety. My name is Francis Dulmer, and you and I met in College at the University of Miami in Coral Gables, Florida. You wanted to go the University of Miami in your home state of Ohio, but opted for the fun and the parties in Miami of Florida instead. Though my name is Francis and the common nickname for me would be Frank, you call me Skull. It is the name you gave me, and to this day is the name most call me…since my last name is Dulmer, and I use my head a lot, you started calling me ‘Skulmer’. The clincher was the tail end of a night that began with a massive party, and we got so drunk that all I remember was waking up and finding you shaved off most of my hair above my forehead. After that night, you and others started calling me ‘The Skull’…which eventually shortened to Skull. Even if you have trouble remembering that, I assure you…I will never forget. Yup….NEVER.
You’ll have to pardon the short details about your family here…there’s just not enough time. You and I, though, since it is so pertinent to what is going on, will entail most of the background details, and the Doctors hope the combination of memories and tasks we have taken on will jog you back to full memory.
You and I met early on in our College days, as we were suitemates first, but we hit it off right away, and each of us had roommates that were assholes. Conveniently for us, assholes attract, and they became roommates and allowed us to be roommates too, and life was never quite the same after that. You went to Miami to be a psychology major, as did I, but soon you discovered you had a real gift for chemistry and microbiology…an amazing gift, really, and switched majors whereas I stayed in mine. In our spare time, when we weren’t partying, we became fascinated in the paranormal and UFO’s and we started ghost hunting for a thrill, and also joined up with science nerds of all kinds, many of whom were more into the UFO stuff. We had a lot of fun. Meanwhile, you got so good with chemistry and microbials; you ended up getting into Stanford, and because we were best friends, I followed you there.
Keeping up with the paranormal and the UFO sciences there got us in with some of the Stanford elite, one of which was Joey Ness. Joey got us into places few others could while he was there, but he graduated ahead of us. It turned out to be not such a bad thing, though, for either of us. Joey really took us under his wing. We were like the three musketeers in our time; we had a lot of fun together, and once went to his house during vacation, where we met his Sister Chloe. I’m really hoping that rings familiar to you. Chloe had quite a crush on me, and though she was very pretty, she just didn’t do it for me...Poor thing. I say ‘poor thing’ because you were struck by her beauty, her laugh, her fashion. So much so, that you ended up with her…and that’s why I say ‘poor thing’! Within five years, you married her…so I do hope the name Chloe Ness rings a bell in that brain of yours. You and I nicknamed her “Cool”, making her, in her maiden name anyway, Cool Ness, and now in her married name Cool Fox, she still brings the cool to us, bless her heart. She knows you will be fully recovered eventually, and asked me to send you her love. I ain’t kissing you, though!
Back to buddy Joe Ness…he was really with us for all our paranormal and UFO stuff. We had a running joke, which ended up almost prophetic for us all…as we all used to love this TV show called ‘X-Files’, which had two main characters that, in the show, worked for the FBI in cases thought extra unusual, many dealing with UFO’s. One Agent’s name was Scully, which is, if you think about it, my nickname and your nickname…Skull, Lee…the other Agent’s name was Fox Mulder…which is your Last name Fox, and my Last name Dulmer with the D and M inverted. Needless to say, even now, the coincidences seemed endless. As it turns out, it almost spelled out our lives for us in advance. Joey Ness graduated Stanford and became an FBI Agent for real, and even more coincidental, he ended up working cases that in real life are as close to ‘X-File’ type cases as you can get. I got my Masters and joined the FBI with him. You opted for a Doctorate, and published your thesis on viruses that seemed extraterrestrial in origin. Your paper got so much attention from the Medical elite that you ended up working for the CDC….Center for Disease Control. Your work with the CDC required you to either travel or work insane hours to the point that you never saw your beloved family. That ultimately affected you to the point of resigning, but they did not want to lose you. Your last ‘official’ case with them was an unusual one, so much so that you asked for my help, and together we worked a case so profound, folks are still talking about it. Fortunately, it was the kind of case we could only dream about back in Stanford, and somehow it, almost in magical fashion, brought out both our greatest ability, and as a team we became a greater asset to our government than anything we could have ever done separately. As a result, you and I are now freelancing with the approval of our beloved Department of Justice, under the loving guise of our entrenched leader, Joey Ness, now Lt. Ness, and we are the coolest team of government agents to be both unofficial and official at the same time. The case that made us famous, in a manner of speaking, led us to the case that brought us to where we are now, so let me start with the case that got us our credibility in the first place.
There’s irony all over how the case began. In your Doctoral thesis, you not only spoke of viruses that would lead us to believe them extraterrestrial in origin, but you introduced ideas about the microbial cells they would occupy, and helped change the way we all look at cells, thanks to your mentorship with a most wonderful man. As we used to think that the nucleus of a cell was their brain, basically, and we were victims of our genes…in that we had to settle with whatever our inherited lineage gave us. Yet that wasn’t the case. It turns out it is the membrane that regulates cellular function, and it is sensitive to its environment, so much so that it can change its own behavior based on environmental triggers. Some of those may help the direction the cell takes once infected with a virus, and the behaviors it may have with viruses of unknown or unexplained origin may help tell us quicker that we may be dealing with an unidentified or even extraterrestrial virus. You even explained it in terms I could understand, and that’s partly how I can relate your works to you now. It also helped us in the case we worked together to solve, if solve is a word we can use.