Sun of Zartha/3

Sure enough, at that very moment, in Brooklyn, it was indeed raining cats and dogs. Jay was walking alone with no umbrella down the rain-slick street of brownstones to his (MIB-owned) apartment. He elected to leave his car at MIB headquarters and took buses home from there. He was usually very fastidious about his appearance, but he didn’t care about that now; all he wanted was Laura. Why did she have to leave? Why her? Why so soon? They were just getting a good thing started. He was REALLY beginning to like her. He was starting to feel very comfortable around her (which was weird after all the excitement and turmoil surrounding their initial encounter - a murder investigation, of all things), and he hadn’t felt that way about any female - not even Elle, with the possible exception of his mom back in Louisiana.

Now, almost two hours later, he was faced with the most incredible sense of loss he had ever known. He put up a pretty good front for Jay, Zed, Frank and the fellas back at headquarters, but inside he was absolutely devastated. It was almost as if Laura had died.

He entered the apartment and didn’t even bother to turn on the light. Remember, he had no umbrella, and the downpour was quite sudden. Rain was not in the forecast.

His black MIB issued suit was drenched. Now, this was technically impossible because all MIB suits were waterproof in most cases (the rainwater falling now had a different chemical composition which rendered the super-threads in the suit useless). But Jay was so sad at this point this fact didn't even occur to him, nor did he even care. The rainwater hid several tears, which were also streaming down his face. Jay was really starting to miss this lady big time. He longed to hold her in his arms, badly. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, water dripping along as he clambered upwards.

He peeled off his sodden suit and simply left the clump of clothing on the bedroom carpet. Jay owned about 10 of these suits and got a new one every 3 months, so the loss of one to the rain was no big.

He walked into the bathroom to take a shower. He unhooked his holster and set his cricket gun down on the white granite counter next to the Edge Gel and the Right Guard (product placement is such a beautiful thing). He stared into the mirror. His eyes were red from the rain and his tears.

“Well, Jay, another fine girl. Gone…just like that...” and with this he snapped his fingers sarcastically.

Jay’s heart ached hard. Laura now clearly meant a hell of a lot more to him than just a “witness to a crime”. This was the single most beautiful woman he had EVER, EVER seen in his LIFE outside of his mother, and the nicest, too. Her personality hooked him like a fish being caught off Carnarsie Pier.

This “witness to a crime” might very well be the soulmate Jay was always looking for. Was she Cuban? Puerto Rican? Dominican? Blaxican?

No, she’s a Damn Alien.

Jay imagined her luminescent face on the roof of the office building where the transport was found. “…It’s not fair…”

“No. It’s not fair. Not one damn bit fair.” His stare in the mirror was intense for a second and he cast his head down in melancholy. If he was really paying attention, he would have noticed the slight change in color happening in his eyes.

Why do all the GOOD ones have to be ALIENS? he thought to himself.

As he and Kay were blasting Serleena out of the sky, Jay had asked Kay what it was like living on the "outside".

For several months now, Jay was getting very tired of performing all manner of gallant deeds, including helping beautiful alien princesses get back home, and no one, especially some potential wife, even knowing he was alive. And after THIS affair, it was almost the last straw. Maybe NOW it was time to seriously think about getting out of MIB, getting a civilian job, getting a civilian girl, having a civilian wedding, civilian kids, a civilian Dodge or Mercedes SUV, and actually living the life of a normal civilian guy, which, since he was career military, career police and career secret agent, was something he actually had never done in his adult life...

And at that moment, almost as a response to Jay's even entertaining the notion of possibly leaving MIB and getting permanently neuralyzed, Jay thought he heard his name ring in his head faintly. He cocked his head back, wondered about that for a second, but dismissed it as fatigue. He wanted to use his new 100 percent cotton terry towels he just bought the previous weekend from Restoration Hardware, but he decided he was too sad to shower.

Jay walked inside the bedroom, over to his dresser. On it were several little items including a necklace made of silvery-gray rock beads and a stone-gray metallic round medallion, which looked like a sun design with snakily undulating rays coming out of the center, with bumpy circles on the rays, similar to fractal designs. It had belonged to his mother.

Then Jay remembered. He stepped back over to his sodden suit, knelt down and reached inside the lapel pocket of the suit jacket, to get a 5x7 glossy digital printout. Kay had handed it to him just before he left headquarters tonight.

It was the exact same photo Laura saw in the royal palace on the planet Zartha. Kay had taken it of him and Laura just hours before on Kay's cellphone, right before they all entered the brownstone where the Worm Guys lived. Jay and Laura were smiling and Jay had his arm around her.

Jay just stood there for a second, staring at this picture, and then the sobs really hit. They hit him like a blast of Arctic air down Madison Avenue in January. Uncontainable heaves of pain and loss, tears flowing down his face like the rain, which was slamming furiously down on the dark and dankly depressing windows of the bedroom. In the back of his mind, he was shocked at his sadness, this was a way different experience for him. Jay didn't have many girlfriends, especially in the years he was an agent. Yes, Jay had been "in love' before - or so he thought. But this was different. In all of his 30 years he NEVER wanted ANY woman the way he wanted Laura at this very moment. And boy, did he ever want Laura. He almost felt like he would die right there in that bedroom if he couldn't be with her.

And all this, for a woman he just met!

So Jay couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the soggy suit into the bathroom with the force of a place kicker, kicked the baseboard of his bed, and then flung his six-foot-one inch body (still damp from the rain) frustratedly on it with Herculean force and continued his child-like wailing sobs. The wails were definitely audible and clearly did NOT reflect his training as a cop or as an MIB agent. He hadn’t cried this hard since he was seven, when his mom had yelled at him for not cleaning his room, about a month before she died.

Jay stopped sobbing long enough to pray out loud. To whom, he was not really sure.

“…if I could do anything to be with Laura Vasquez again, I’ll do it. Even if it means I have to get out of MIB to do it. I love her. I love her. I love you, baby. I love you…WHY’d you have to GO, baby? Why the hell did you have to go?”

A clap of thunder rocked the building. The rain grew even more intent on flooding the street below.

At that moment, almost as if the impulse was broadcast into his soul, Jay began suddenly to think of Momma back in New Orleans, how kind and warm and loving she was to him. The way Laura was acting. It was the same energy, a pervasive, all encompassing love.

“Momma, WHY in God’s NAME do I FEEL like this? Why the hell do I love Laura so damn much?”

Jay sat up on his bed and sighed heavily. “Momma, can you even hear me?...”

“Yes, baby, I can hear you just fine…” It sounded like his late mother was in the room right next to him. NYPD instincts took over for a second and he snapped his head to his left. No one was there. The sobbing and wailing abruptly stopped.

As a result, a pang of fright shot through Jay like the bolt of lightning that had rang out a moment earlier. This sadness, this fatigue, it’s taking its toll…maybe if I try and go to sleep I’ll feel better, at least better enough to go to work. I'm off duty this weekend, but I have to go in at least to hit the gym, maybe check up on Forensics and see how that rookie's doin'...I wish this damn rain would stop. This damn rain just don't want to let the hell up.

Jay laid down and pulled the Wamsutta 300-thread-count sheets (made of 100 percent extra-long-staple Pima cotton) over his head. He began to close his eyes to sleep, and fell asleep rather quickly. All he could think about was Laura. Laura at the pizza parlor, Laura in the park, Laura walking down the street.

He then imagined himself and Laura in a very strange manner:

Jay and Laura were in the middle of MIB headquarters, dancing - no, tap dancing, clapping their hands, slapping their thighs, raising their hands up in the air and back down again, and singing all over the floor, in time with some very loud and brassy big-band era swing music. Jay was leading a bunch of suit-clad agents and Laura was leading a bunch of pizza delivery people, every one dancing and swinging with huge smiles on their faces like they were in some old movie musical from the Golden Age of Hollywood. (Jay had several DVD's of old movies, including several MGM musicals, a fact he shared with absolutely no one back at HQ).

Then the dancing stopped and the room went dark. The next moment, Jay saw Laura in a colossal, intricately decorated bedroom furnished with a very ornate, round bed, sitting up, looking outside a massive round window up at the stars overlooking some kind of palace gardens.

Then Laura turned towards him. "Hey," she said.

"Hey...hey girl, what's up," Jay replied, sweating and trying to catch his breath. "How ya feelin'?"

"A little better, I guess," Laura answered with a slightly embarrased smile.

"I didn't know you could dance like that," Jay chuckled.

Laura giggled slightly. "I didn't know you were into old movies."

Jay blushed and looked down with an embarrassed grin. "Well, I kind of watch 'em for all the dance moves more than anything else. You know how many hours it took to get that shit rehearsed? The logistics involved in all of that? Those dudes did some amazing shit. Incredible."

"I was on the cheer squad in high school freshman year, I know a little bit about that," Laura replied.

"Well, it shows. You got talent, kid." Laura blushed herself at this. Her smile was utterly radiant and Jay liked seeing that smile very much right now.

"So, tell, me," Laura asked, getting up and walking towards him, "who's your favorite? Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly?"

Jay looked up for a moment and thought about his answer. The two walked back to Laura's bed and sat down. "Well, I've actually leaned more towards Kelly for his athleticism. You know he danced with the Nicholas Brothers in one of those movies."

"For real?" Laura asked.

"Yeah, 'The Pirate". 1948. Judy Garland was in it too."

"Judy Garland is one of my favorites," Laura replied. "Ben and I used to watch 'The Wizard of Oz' together sometimes after work."

Jay looked into Laura's eyes. Something about them was drawing him to her, strongly...and this also happened to him when they were eating pie in the diner the other night, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was yet. "You must really miss him," he said.

"He was a huge part of my life. It was almost like he was my dad, Jay."

"Well, I hope... I was able to be, you know...of some help to you." Jay's heart began to race a little bit.

Laura took Jay's hand. "Don't worry Jay, believe me, you were a huge help. Thank you."

"Don't mention it. That's my job," Jay said, and looked straight ahead. This sure is one weird looking bedroom, Jay thought. Was this really the royal palace on Zartha?

“Jay,” she continued, “Look, umm, that's kind of what I need to talk to you about. Your helping me out, my being up here on Zartha, and...your job."

Jay got a little puzzled and raised an eyebrow. "OK..."

Laura looked down for a second and looked back up at him. Her eyes were so damn big and so damn cute. "Well...Look, Jay, umm...I know we’ve only been together just a short time, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. And when I got up here I was told that we HAVE known each other, a long time ago. We have a history together, Jay, and it’s from BEFORE we met at Ben’s Famous Pizza.”

Jay's heart rate began to kick in a little bit more. “Damn, I wish that were true, baby...” He stared at the luminescent face. This was one HELL of a dream.

“I love you. I love you so much," Laura continued. "I know this is real hard for you, my having to go away so suddenly. But they tell me it’s all for a good reason. I know we will be together. I’m supposed to call you. I’m supposed to send for you when the time is right.

Laura suddenly took both of Jay's hands in hers. The tight grip was a surprise to Jay. Laura's expression was earnest, almost to the point of being frantic, pleading. “They say you must come up here to Zartha with me. Come HOME, Jay. Come up here with me. This is your home. This is where you rightfully belong. I need you here by my side…”

Laura's franticness told Jay that he had to let he know exactly how he really felt, and he had to let her know right this second. “I need you too, Laura. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, baby, I’m sorry I didn’t take the chance before you left,” Jay said with a mixture of nervousness and passionate resolve, thinking Laura, in reality, could not possibly hear him. But she did. Loud and clear. Jay and Laura were together just as plain as when they were having pie in the Empire Diner in Tribeca on Wednesday night, for this whole "dream" the two were having was much more than a dream, it was a miracle - an out of body experience in which their souls instantly traveled the distance of millions of light years of time and space - and came together.

Jay said, “What I’m trying to say, baby - I really want to say, well - this is hard for me...I love you, Laura Vasquez. Damn it, girl, I love you! I love you more than any other woman I have ever known, and this is weird, because I just met you, and I feel this way. I feel like...I finally found...well...I guess what I'm trying to say is that I’ll do anything to be with you, baby. ANYTHING.”

Laura’s face blossomed immediately into an intense beaming smile. “Jay, I love you so much too, baby…I want to be with you more than anything else…”

Laura moved closer to Jay. Her huge Afro-Latin eyes seemed to sparkle in the crystalline light coming from the bedside lamp. Jay was slammed now with massive waves of love and desire. Their faces moved slowly together and melded into a hard, strong, long kiss. This was the first real deep, passionate lovers' kiss Jay and Laura ever shared.

“Listen to me baby,” she continued in a soft, low voice, as if she knew he were sitting right there with him. “I found out some things about you. Things you don’t know.”

“What sort of things, Laura?” Jay looked a little puzzled.

“You are not who you think you are, baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“OK...remember tonight, how Kay said I have to go and lead my people on Zartha? Well, it turns out that the people of Zartha are YOUR people too.

You see, baby, the agency erased your memories. You’re an ALIEN like I am. The Men In Black kept that a secret from you your whole life. Your ancestors can be traced here to this planet, Jay. You are a Zarthan.”

Jay was slightly taken aback by this strange twist in his “dream”, but he decided to go with the flow as best he could.

“Umm...That sounds a little strange, Laura. You know, I wish that were true. I wish this whole dream were true. All I know is that I love you. I always told myself that if I ever found a woman who made me feel as good as my MOMMA made me feel as a kid…I would marry her. So...I guess that means somehow I’m gonna marry you, Laura.”

Laura's eyes widened immediately and a huge smile came on her face. "Oh my god, Jay, is that a proposal?" Laura hugged Jay and started to jump up and down on the bed. Jay tried to control her. "Hey, hey...whoa!...come on now, wait a minute...I said somehow I'm gonna marry you...but I didn't pop the question! Look, baby...I just MET you! We haven't even gone on a real DATE yet! Come on..."

“Well I'm NOT worried 'cause I KNOW I will marry YOU, Jason Edwards. You don't understand, but it's a done deal! Our marriage has already been arranged.” Jay was so into the moment he did not even notice that Laura called him by his real name – up to the point when she left she only addressed him as Jay.

They moved close in for another kiss. Now he noticed something. Her eyes sure had a different color than he was used to…a radiant pale whitish-green. It was weird but kind of pretty. Real pretty. He was drawn to those eyes…That color, that brightness…it gave off an energy that Jay suddenly began to crave like it was food. He HAD to have what was coming out of Laura’s eyes!

Then the room went completely dark. And just like that, his love was gone. What a dream that was. If there were only a way to get up to Zartha, just to look into those eyes again, he could go on the mega-fighter, maybe Kay would authorize a special mission, he could have Zed work it out with the Zarthan authorities...

Jay stood up, and the room became slightly bright again. Rain was hitting a window. The slightly musty smell of hardwoods told him, with a shock of realization, that he was no longer on Zartha, but back in his own mother’s house.

The house was in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was a red brick bungalow on North Gayoso Street, in the heart of the historic Bayou St. John neighborhood.

Jay's childhood memories, at least the strongest ones, were magically getting deneuralyzed, at that very moment. Without the need for any specialized equipment.

“Oh, my God, I’m home,” he exclaimed, with shocked wonder.

Jay tried to go to his old room. But he tripped over an ottoman in the darkness of the house. As he grimaced in a flash of pain, his eyes flashed a flaming reddish orange in the dark room.

Just then a voice came up through the kitchen from the basement of the bungalow.

“Jason!” It was a loud, motherly call to action.

His mom’s voice. Again. Why is Momma calling me from the dead? Why NOW?

“Jason. Come on down here, baby and help me do the wash.”

Jason was visibly puzzled.

“Momma?” he called out, walking through the dark kitchen, past the GE refrigerator and the O’Keefe and Merritt gas stove. He could smell the lingering essence of decades of jambalaya, gumbo, boiled crawfish his dad would bring in, cornbread, grits, black coffee and beignets - he could even smell Nana’s king cake, which was the best he ever had in his life...

“Jason, come on down, baby.”

Jay opened the basement door. He felt the dark, damp coolness.

“Make me some of those beignets, Momma, since I’m here,” Jay said with a grin, and started down the stairs. He still believed he was in a dream. And he was - well, sort of.

As Jay clumped down the wooden steps, the acridly beautiful smell of All-Tempa Cheer and Clorox bleach told him it was indeed his own basement in New Orleans circa 1978.

Jay did not even notice that he had shapeshifted from a 30-year-old policeman-turned-secret agent into a seven year old child.

He immediately looked to his right as he was in the back of the basement.

A brown cat with dark brown stripes immediately ran up to Jay to be petted, which gave him another shock of great, joyful excitement.

"Bruno!" Jay exclaimed with a deep smile.

"Do you miss your old cat, Jason?" Momma asked.

"Yeah, I haven't seen him in forever, momma!", he said, picking the cat up and scratching it behind the ears.

"He's been living in New York in Ben's restaurant," his mother replied.

"Oh," the boy said, not for a second wondering why his mother would be at all aware of the crime scene in Soho he was investigating a few hours ago - or why his cat was living there.

Then Jason looked to his right. There was his own little play area. He rushed over to his toys. He had a lot of them in a large cardboard box. Fisher-Price toys, Hot Wheels cars, Tonka trucks, a Mattel Electronics LED football game he had just got the previous Christmas. He especially liked all the Star Wars action figures his mother was ALWAYS buying for him every chance she got, and he would place Han Solo and C3PO in his big red Nylint truck, made of metal with the heavy duty plastic wheels. And yes, he did have a Millennium Falcon. It was sitting on top of the pile of toys.

Jay’s mother was at the 1969 white Sears Kenmore washer and dryer, preparing the week’s laundry. Jay’s mother was a tall, strong woman of light complexion, her shoulder length black wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail, showing slightly elfin ears, and (save for the elfin ears) unmistakably West African bone structure. Her powerfully built 5’ 9” body reflected her previous life as a 400 meter runner at Grambling State University. She was also a classically trained signer (there was an upright piano upstairs that Nana loved to play, she even taught Jay how to play a couple of little songs when he was three), and Momma could have been an Olympian - or a mezzo, performing on the Lincoln Center stage - if other more important duties had not taken over. Her large, round eyes looked down at her son, delighted to be back in his home after so many years. He wanted to tell Laura as soon as possible.

“Momma,” he said, in a quiet, little boy voice tinged with quiet, little boy sadness, “why did Laura have to go away?”

“Laura has things to do, baby," Angelique said matter of factly, sorting whites from colors and placing Jay’s little underwear in the Kenmore agitator. She looked at him with the warm smile she often flashed at him.

“What kind of things?”

“Laura has to get ready for you, Jason. Your wedding is in three weeks,” Momma replied.

“Me? Wedding? Does Laura know I want to go up there to see her?”

“She most certainly does, baby. And you will go, Jason. You HAVE to go, baby. You have to go home.”

“Why, Momma?”

“You are the Sun of Zartha, Jason. You are very, very, very important to us.”

Jay looked puzzled. “Who’s US? And why is that place home? I’m home right NOW.”

Angelique looked at him with a little grin. “Do you remember the prayer time we used to have with my necklace?”

“I think so.”

“I think we need to have that prayer time right now. So you can remember. Come here.”

Jason sprang to his little feet, which were clad in some black canvas Keds, and ran to the dryer. He was starting to remember the ritual now. They did it every day.

Angelique picked her only child up and sat him down on top of the dryer. She lifted the Garanimals shirt off him so his skinny chest showed bare.

“Now let me put this on you.” Momma took a necklace from around her neck. It was made of silvery-gray rock beads and a stone-gray metallic round medallion, which looked like a sun design with snakily undulating rays coming out of the center, with bumpy circles on the rays, similar to fractal designs.

She placed it around Jason’s neck. The medallion felt a little heavy around him but it made him feel safe and secure.

Angelique shot a quick smile at him and her eyes seemed like a dull red color flashed in them for a second, like a reflection in a color photograph. “Look at me, Jason. Look into my eyes. Listen to what I am saying. My words are kind of weird, baby, but they mean a lot.

She began to chant. “Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Say it with me, Jason.”

The little boy chanted too. “Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH….”

“Keep looking at me, Jason," Momma said. "Keep looking into my eyes. Don’t look away, baby.”

Jason obeyed. He couldn’t help but to do so. Angelique was sending dangerously high levels of radioactive energy into Jay through her flashing, now neon-red eyes. But the boy Jay was in no danger. He was genetically capable of absorbing and retaining the massive radiation being sent into him. Jay was mesmerized by the brilliant, deep, intense red glow of those eyes. He could not resist looking deep into them. They held his attention like a magnet.

The both of them kept the chant up. “Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH. Tow-lah-AHH. Sah-AHH….” Jason began to sweat, profusely. Thick beads of sweat were rapidly forming on the faces and arms of both mother and child as they continued chanting. This went on for five full minutes.

“Now I need you to close your eyes, Jason. Feel the sun rise inside of you.”

Jason felt very warm and happy inside. The feeling got stronger and stronger. He felt like he had power, like electric fire was dancing and tingling inside of him, all over.

He also felt a hot feeling deep in his stomach. He always did when they did the necklace prayer. The heat, that tingling, electric fire, moved all over his body and made him sweat even more. But Jason was not uncomfortable. He actually LIKED feeling hot like this. He WANTED the sun to rise in him. He wanted to please his momma, but more than that he wanted to please this Tow-Lah-Ahh they were praying to, whoever he was. He wanted to BE Tow-lah-Ahh.

They stopped chanting for a second. “How do you feel, baby?” Angelique asked.

“I feel like Tow-lah-ahh, Momma. I feel like I can do anything he can do.”

“Good, Jason. That’s just what the T’olaa energy wants from you.”

“Why, Momma?" the boy asked.

“Baby, you ARE T’olaa.”

“How can THAT be, Momma?”

“It just is, Jason. That’s how you and I were born. Open your eyes.”

Jason did so and noticed that the medallion was glowing a bright orange. It was leaving a slight blister on his chest but he felt no pain at all. His skin color seemed a little darker, like it had turned reddish. Sweat was dripping all over the dryer and the floor.

Angelique took one of the towels from the hamper and slowly, lovingly patted his face with it. “You see, Jason, our family is very special. We are the people of T’ola'a. The Sun People. Laura’s family is part of the Light People, the S’aa.

“Laura’s mommy was a great S’aa princess, and she was born right here in New Orleans. Her family owns the Chinese take out place on Claiborne."

"Oh, yeah, I remember Lauranna, Momma," Jason said.

"Yes, baby. Lauranna was my best friend in college. When I went to Grambling, Lauranna went to LSU. We ran track and hung out together. We always knew we would have kids and that they would be friends.

“You and Laura were supposed to be long married by now. You and Laura were supposed to be King and Queen of Zartha, but the Men In Black got scared and took you away from me before we could initiate you into the secrets of T’ola'an.” Angelique was trying to craft her language now to talk to the thirty-year-old the child represented.

“Your destiny, baby, is to return home to Zartha. Your destiny is to marry Laura, so the Sun People and the Light People can be unified as one family. The kids you're gonna have together will bring peace and love to the whole universe. Your destiny is to be what I named you. T’va'an S’Vasa'an T’ola'an.

“What’s THAT?” Jay had a puzzled frown on his face.

Angelique gave a slight giggle and patted his head. “That’s your Zarthan name, baby. It means King whose mother is Queen in the family of the Lord of the All-Powerful Sun. You see, baby, Zartha is the home planet for us.“

“We COME from Zartha?” Jay asked.

“Yes, in a roundabout way, Jason.

“Our ancestors are the children of lord T’ola'an. See, baby, he was a solar cataclysm, a massive, destructive solar flare - the scientists call it a superwave, actually come to life. He was the first King of the planet of Zartha and he helped the all Zarthan beings learn how to take care of themselves and rebuild their world at a time when they really, really needed the help.”

“Why did he need to help rebuild Zartha?” Jason asked.

“Well, baby, T’ola'an’s superwave energy destroyed Zartha at the worst possible time - right when it was just created and getting started. T’ola'an felt real, real sorry for what his power caused and spent a long, long, long time making things right again. He learned a very big lesson, baby. T’ola'an learned how to have love and compassion for other living things. He learned to respect life, and protect and nurture it, not to use his power to destroy things.

“That’s very important knowledge for any king to have, Jason.”

“whoa…” the boy mused. Angelique beamed. She was pleased at his interest and continued her story.

“Later on, when Zartha was back on its feet again, T’ola'an wanted to go out and meet other kinds of people in the universe. He wanted to meet other beings that lived in harmony with the energy of the sun, who really loved the sun. So he went in his spaceship and traveled far, far, far away, through one of the big blue wormholes that makes it quicker to go from galaxy to galaxy.

"T'ola'an eventually went to a little village in West Africa. T'ola'an's sources told him that the ancestors of the people in that village migrated there all the way from ancient Egypt, hundreds of years before. And because of that, Jason, they worshipped the sun and the moon as if they were gods. T'ola'an felt real, real, comfortable with that.

"So he went down and made friends with the local priests. The priests loved T'ola'an and made him king of the entire village. They brought seven young women to him. Those seven human women became T'ola'an's seven wives. Now remember, Jason, before T'ola'an got there, these people prayed to the sun and to the moon. They grew up believing in the power of nature. And they grew up believing something else was out there in the universe, so when T'ola'an came to the village they weren't scared like people would get now - they were actually happy that T'ola'an came...they appreciated the fact that T’ola'an was the energy of the sun come to life, and came all the way from outer space just to be with them! Wasn’t that special, baby?”

“Yeah,” said an awed Jason, who was enraptured by the adventure.

“Now T’ola'an passed his DNA, his magical sun-god blood, down to us through those seven wives in Africa. The sun-god blood changed those wives, Jason. Once his blood was inside of them, they could now do some of the magical alien things T'ola'an could do. And when those wives had kids - the kids could do those magical things, too.

"Why did T'ola'an do a thing like that?" the boy asked.

"T'ola'an did that out of LOVE, Jason. He did that so that WE can know what it’s like to BE pure sun energy. He didn't think it was right that he could have the all power of the sun, the power of Light, just for himself, and not let humans have the chance to feel that energy too. He knew that back when humans were first made, some of the magical stuff was left out of them on purpose. He didn't think that was fair.

“So because we are the children of Lord T’ola'an, and because he gave us his magic blood of fire and Light... we can claim Zartha as our home, Jason. The people of Zartha know that we are a ruling family and most of 'em respect us for that. And YOU, Jason Edwards, T’Va'an S’Vasa'an T’ola'an, are very, VERY special to all the people back on Zartha because you are a manchild born to me. The first male in my bloodline in a couple of centuries. They really want you to go back home to Zartha right away so you can be the new King.”

“Why didn’t I know all of this before, Momma?”

“The Men In Black are afraid of you, Jason. They wanted to hide all of this information from you, baby. They know that because you are my son, you have the power to make a lot of things happen with the weather, with electrical energy, all sorts of things.”

“I can bend a metal spoon, momma!”

Angelique grinned and the red glow in her eyes became a little brighter. She gave Jay an immediate hug. “I know, Jason. I know. That’s part of the Zartha power that’s always been inside you. The power they call alien.

“Wow...” Jason’s eyes widened with wonder. If one could see them, they would notice a persistent dull reddish glow.

“The Earth people are so scared of that, Jason. They shouldn’t be, but they are. They took you away from me and erased all your memories and made you think I was dead.”

Jason became surprised. “You’re alive, Momma?”

“I most certainly am, baby.”

A pang of cold shock slammed into Jay. “Where ARE you?" he asked. "I thought you were a ghost!”

“I’m in jail, Jason. The Men In Black put me there.”

Jason was not happy about this and started to cry. Angelique tried to explain what happened.

“They needed me to go into exile, baby. Another race of aliens - Serleena’s people - wanted to get rid of Zartha and the Earth and take over the rest of the universe. And there were some people back on Zartha who really, really, did not like the fact that their queen - and their son - were born on Earth and were part human. They don't much like humans, Jason. So the Men In Black were trying to look out for everybody.

“Where is the jail, Momma?” Jason asked, his face now stained with tears.

“The jail is in Louisiana. Right now I’m really in my cell, fast asleep. You’re still in your bed in Brooklyn. You and I are in the same dream right now. I made this dream so you could be in it tonight.”

“But Momma? Why did the Men In Black put you in JAIL?” Jason seemed hurt that his friends would do such a mean thing. He began to cry again.

“Don’t cry, baby. They did what they had to do.”

“Were you mad at them?”

“Yes, baby, at first. I almost commanded Zartha go to war with the Earth because of what they wanted to do to you, how they planned on taking you away from me. Yeah, I was real, real upset with them.”

“We almost had a WAR over ME?” Jason asked quietly. His teary eyes got very wide with incredulous surprise.

Angelique gave a motherly smile and a giggle. “Yeah, baby, a real war with real spaceships – battle cruisers and everything. I’m the queen of Zartha, baby. I could have started a war so easily.

“But I knew that blowing this planet up, even though I was so upset about losing you, that wouldn’t help matters one single bit, Jason. ‘Cause Zartha was heading for a civil war at the time and I had to deal with all of THAT mess.

“The Kylothians would have STILL been right there for me to deal with - we would have kicked their butts, but it would have been a real pain. And so many thousands of innocent people here on Earth who don’t even BELIEVE in aliens would have died, just because I got mad.”

“Ain’t that stupid, baby?” Angelique asked, and there was a hint of an embarrassed smile.

“I guess so, Momma.”

“And that’s definitely not T’ola'an’s way, either. So I decided just to let it go.” Angelique looked off to the side and her look became slightly vacant. She sighed. “I had to give you up, in a sense, like a mother has to give her child up for adoption sometimes. I knew I could help you remember everything when the time was right. And now, the time is right. I forgave the Men In Black a long time ago. They had a good reason for doing what they did. Now you have to forgive them too.”

“But Momma, I’m MAD at those guys! They LIED to me!” Jason’s eyes flashed a bright neon red now and he began to sweat again.

“Jason, Jason.” Angelique looked down with those big, loving eyes and grinned softly at the sobbing, angry child and kissed his forehead. She then gave him a nice warm hug, as all mothers do when their kids are real sad.

“Écoutez et souviens, Jason. Le roi du soleil vivra longtemps, toujours, baby. Vous êtes le roi du soleil, Jason. Vous êtes le T’olaan.”

Jay was startled by this statement. Momma ALWAYS said this to him before she kissed him good night - and she never explained what it meant. Now, Jay knew a bit of French and the meaning was now more clear.

“Whoa...” the child was stunned. His teary face was frozen in wonder. Angelique gave him her warmest, most earnest look, her most sincere smile.

“Jason, baby, I know you don’t understand what’s happening right now, but you have to put your mad feelings off to the side right now. You are special. You always have been. Always remember that, Jason. I told you when I had to go away, so many years ago now, that I would come back for you. Well, in a way, I have, baby. Just like I promised.

“Now there’s a LOT of work you have to do. You must get ready to go to Zartha. You need to start packing your things. You also have to go back to work. Let the Men in Black tell you themselves what I have said. Then you will know this is not a dream – it’s all true, baby.

Then Angelique leaned in and gave Jay that serious mom look. “Listen to me, Jason. If you remain here on Earth past the middle of the week, the Earth will be destroyed. YOU will generate an electromagnetic pulse, strong enough to blow up this entire planet, baby. So you HAVE to get off this planet and get your ass back home.”

“Oh...” Jason’s eyes grew even wider. “OK, Momma.”

“Good, baby. Now Laura will send for you in a couple of days. Go to Zartha and be with her, Jason. Laura was created specifically for you. That is why she was conceived - to be your wife.

“Your marriage has been ordained by the sacred ancestral spirits of T’olaa and S’aa. You are now a political and a religious figure, baby. You must go and take your place alongside Laura and become King of our homeworld. You must go and be the leader of the Zarthan people. They have been waiting for you, baby. My time for being Queen is almost over.

When you and Laura are married, the Golden Age of Light will begin.”

“Will I ever see you again, Momma?”

“Yes, baby. Sooner than you might think.”

Jason immediately found himself awake in his bed in Brooklyn. The rain was still going on, a little softer now. For about three minutes he reflected on his dream. Could all this be true? What if Momma really WAS still alive? What if he HAD been lied to all these years? Could he actually have been neuralyzed to forget his entire childhood? Who the hell is T’ola'an?

Then Jay noticed that he was wearing the necklace. Right there in the bed.

It was a wonder he didn’t set the apartment on fire, because the medallion was very, very hot.

He did not remember putting it on before he went to sleep. He could see the glow.

Jay sprang to his feet and snatched the necklace off his neck. He dropped it on his bare foot and expected to feel a dreaded twinge of pain, but there was no pain. None whatsoever. His skin was absorbing the heat. He looked at his watch, which he always wore to bed. 2:23 AM. But the clock radio on his dresser said 3:23. Jay was puzzled - until he remembered that New Orleans is in the Central Time zone - one hour behind New York.

And then he got puzzled all over again.

Jay stumbled over to the mirror. The room was dark save for the glow of the medallion.

What Jay saw shocked him to his core. His eyes were glowing a dull red.

He stood there with his mouth wide open for a full five or six minutes. His body was dripping with sweat. He closed his eyes and walked fast to the bathroom. He turned on the light. His reflection in the mirror showed that his eyes were still glowing.

“Momma, what the hell is going on?” His prayer was frantic and audible.

“You are remembering, Jason. You are activating, baby. Your body is remembering what you are, your mind, your soul...” The voice was again strong and clear, as if she was in the room.

“You are blood of my blood, T’Va'an, my son. Fruit of my womb. You are the Sun of Zartha. You are soon to be king. The time is right.

Jay stared out into his glowing eyes. His ontological shock was massive.

“I always thought my name was James.”

“Your name was changed, Jason. The Men In Black changed your name.”

Jay was stunned. “They better not have. Those sons of...”

At this moment, the rain was still going on, but it was more of a light sprinkle. Jay wondered...if he was an alien, he would most certainly be in the large database of aliens that the MIB kept, on each and every alien being that landed on Earth or was born on Earth to alien parents the past 40 years.

Jay flew downstairs to his iMac. He would simply log on to the MIB database and find out for himself. If they encrypted the data specifically on him, he’d just hack his way through the mainframe until he found it. Jay had Level II clearance but he always hacked into the most secure top-secret files as a standard way to work on his cases. Zed always found out and got mad each time, but many a tough, baffling case was solved that way.

On the iMac Jay now had just gotten past Level One security. He spent about 45 seconds wading through lots of file folders. Then he ran a search for “Zartha”. There it was. A lone file folder called “Zartha Level Z”. Jay smiled a sneaky smile. He had heard rumors about Level Z, which basically meant for Zed’s eyes only.

“Why that sneaky son of a bitch. Well, boss, I WILL know the TRUTH about myself! Yeah!” Jay tried to double-click on the folder. A dialog box came up.

“Access denied”. Damn. He opened up a folder on his desktop which read “The Big Gun”. Inside was a decryption application. Jay entered some figures in the program and clicked the Go button. A timer came up. “Decoding in 45 seconds.” The thunder outside was rolling. The rain was getting harder. “Come on, power, stay on for me, please,” Jay said, not realizing the energy of his own anxiety was making it rain harder.

Then it happened. A lightning strike hit a transformer a couple of blocks down. All the power in the neighborhood went right out.

“NOOOOOOO!” Jay slammed his fists down on the table and slammed his head down on the keyboard. “I KNEW I should have swiped that backup surge protector from Tee’s cubicle!”

Jay’s discovery would have to wait.

Feeling defeated again, Jay clumped back upstairs and went back to sleep.

He began to find himself in a huge, thick, dense humidly green jungle. He tried to wade his way through the brush. He was wearing khaki shorts, his beige Timbos and his NYPD issue t-shirt and cap. He suddenly realized he had no weapons of any kind on him - not even a neuralyzer.

“Holy shit,” Jay thought.

“Don’t worry baby, where you’re going you don’t need any weapons. The creatures know you’re here. They like you.” Jay recognized Laura’s voice.

“LAURA!” Jay yelled out. “LAURA!”