"What did you see?" She pats me on the back.

I spit out more blood.

"A figure. Bright light. A man with a light sword." I say.

"What was the color of the ligth sword?" She asks.

"Red. Bright red." I say.

She stands up. I cough up more blood. I feel sick. What was that? The black figure. It called a name to me. I don't remember the name. I think it was my name. What is my name? That color... I've seen it before, I'm sure of it. I hear banging on the door. Makila walks forward. She opens the door.

A man with the uniform glares at her. White suited men come forward. They still don't see me. What is happening? Why can no one see me except Makila and Gal? This doesn't make any sense. 

"Good afternoon. Do you need more fabric?" Makila asks.

"Your taxes are short." The man in uniform says.

"I paid what I can." Makila says. 

"We need more from you." The man says. 

"I'll give it to you in time." Makila says.

She gets pushed. I get up. I have to do something. She looks at me and shakes her head.

"You have three days." The man says.

The men in white suites leave. I help her up.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Fine. I get pushed by this rascal all the time." Makila pats Gal on the head.