The Situation

I heard a whoosh, like the wind coming through an open window, and realized one of the windows to my kitchen was open. I ran to the kitchen, looking out the window, but saw nothing. I didn’t see Meeshee anywhere. I couldn’t hear anything. I turned away from the window, calling the woman’s name.
“Meeshee?” I asked, looking around me, listening intently. “Meeshee?”
There was only silence and darkness around my apartment. I couldn’t hear anything. Like you felt after a waking dream was over, you slowly came to the sickening realization that it was all just a dream. The people you saw weren’t here, were they? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something, just outside my door. I walked towards the door, surprised. Who would be at my door in the middle of the night? Before I got to the door, I heard a loud banging against it, like someone was trying to break in! I stood there, surprised, then covered myself defensively when the door suddenly swung open! The next couple seconds were a blur. Figures dressed in black came pouring into my apartment. It looked like they had guns in their hands. I couldn’t tell if they were police; two of them had me on the ground, face down, before I could get a good look at anyone. There was jabbering in Japanese all around me as I lay there, trapped under the fierce grip of two of these men.
Then I felt something being pulled over my head. It felt like a bag. Then I was rough-housed up to my feet and half escorted, half dragged, somewhere. I only remember presumably leaving my apartment, climbing into a car, and then my world went black. The next thing I saw was just as disorienting as the woman who called herself Meeshee. The bag was pulled off my head, and quick as I could my senses worked to give me a semblance of understanding. I was in a room, my senses told me it was enclosed, with little space; like an interrogation room. I was sitting at a table in a simple fold-out chair. Across the table it looked like a man in a suit was sitting across from me. I blinked and realized I was bruised in a couple places; I had no idea how any of that bruising got there. I squinted, focusing on the man across from me. Once I focused on him, he moved. The man sat forward, putting his arms on the table, his hands folded. He opened his mouth and said something in Japanese. I realized, after only a moment’s hesitation, that he was asking me if I spoke the language.
“Hai” I replied, indicating that I could.
The man sat back, now all business-like, and opened a vanilla file folder, the contents of which he removed and spread out on the table. There was only one light on above the table, and the glare against what looked like photographs was making my eyes hurt. I waited for my eyes to adjust, then noticed it was what looked like mug shots. The figure being photographed, at three different angles, looked like Meeshee. I could see the curly hair and the eyes, but these eyes looked downcast. Meeshee didn’t look very happy. She hardly raised her eyes to look at the camera.
“Who is this person?” I asked in Japanese. Something inside me told me it was best to play dumb for awhile. The man bought my claim, and leaned forward, explaining.
“This is a very dangerous woman. She is a criminal, having escaped from our security prison around three months ago. Based on our intelligence, she’s been in hiding in Tokyo, until we found her in your apartment. How did she contact you?”
I was a little confused. How did these guys know she was in my apartment? I decided to press for an answer to that question before I gave them any information.
“How did you guys know where she was?”
The man sat back, accepting my question.
“We’ve been monitoring several blocks in an effort to rope her in and catch her.”
“Kanojo ga naniwoshita?” I asked. What did she do?
“Sore wa anata no mondaide wa arimasen.” That is not of your concern.
I sighed. I guessed this guy wasn’t going to really help me understand the situation, so I decided to give into whatever he wanted me here for.
“What do you want from me?”
The man smirked as he leaned across the table, pausing for a moment before answering. It really made me uncomfortable to see. Whatever this guy was wanting me to do, I was sure I wouldn’t like it.
“Find her.” The man answered. He smiled, as though he knew something, but I couldn’t inquire any further because the next moment, everything went black. I felt like someone had come up from behind and put the bag back over my head, then I don’t remember anything. I very well could have been knocked out; maybe it was with the same materials they used to get me to the interrogation room. Either way, when I came to, I was back in my apartment in my bed. I looked around for a second then sat up. I was still in my pajamas. I blinked a little and looked around me. Everything looked orderly and neat; it was almost like nothing had happened last night. I looked over at the kitchen and noticed the window was closed. Then I got up and walked to my art studio. The canvas with the face of the woman who called herself Meeshee was still there. I looked around, a little confused. I guess I couldn’t figure out why everything was so orderly when I was thrown around last night.
The people who wanted me to find Meeshee had probably searched my apartment, but everything looked put back in its proper place. The knowledge that someone had been in my house, or several people for that matter, and had left without a trace was a little unnerving. I shivered, then walked back to my room and went to the bathroom. After stripping off my clothes I got in the shower, standing under the water for a few minutes before washing up. Thank heaven for body wash, I thought as I scrubbed down. I felt like I was covered in sweat. Once I was finished, I dried off and walked back to my room. I noticed today was Saturday, so I knew I didn’t have class today. That meant I could relax, which was nice. Or at least, not work on any papers; when I meant relax, it was more a time to work hard on what I wanted to do. And today I got the feeling I really wanted to learn more about Meeshee. Would she come back? She seemed clear once she left that from here on out it was a hide-and-seek game.