You grab the gun off the floor and level it quickly at the officer. You aren't sure why it felt so natural.
"I'm not going to shoot you!" you exclaim. "I just need you to hear me out. Something's going on here. I didn't do that of my own free will. Some old man took control of my MIND! He told me the baby was a Hitler. Now look at my driver's license! I don't remember my name! Someone's erasing my past!"
The color drains out of Officer Roy Duncan's face. He looks around furtively, then assumes his police face again.
"You better come with me, kid."