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the hand reaches in again, holding a syringe. Before I'm able to react, the needle slides into my arm and I feel something being injected into my body.
    “What are you doing?” I shout, although I'm already starting to feel light-headed. “I'm pregnant! You have to be careful, I'm pregnant and...”
    Suddenly feeling as if my head is much heavier, I'm powerless to do anything as the needle slides back out of my arm.
    “What did you put in me?” I whisper, my voice already sounding slurred. “Who are you? What do you...”
    Already slipping into unconsciousness, I'm barely able to turn my head and look at the broken window. My vision is blurred now, but I can just about make out a human figure leaning down, peering in at me. It looks like... It can be, but it looks like a little girl, no more than a teenager...
    “What do you...” I stammer. “What... Who...”
    “It's okay,” a female voice replies. “You'll be just fine. I'm gonna take you home to the farm. You'll like it there, I promise.”

Part One
     
    ENDA

Enda
     
    Grabbing hold of her wrists, I make sure to get a nice firm grip and then I start pulling. She's heavier than I expected, and she's not exactly at an easy angle, but finally I manage to haul her out through the broken window. There's still plenty of glass left in the frame, and she crunches against some of it, but the main problem is her weight.
    None of them have ever been this heavy before.
    Suddenly my foot slips and I drop down against the tarmac. Slightly out of breath, I stare for a moment at the unconscious woman, her face barely visible in the moonlight. To be honest, I'm starting to think she's gonna be too hard to get back to the farm, but I figure I've gotten her this far so I have to keep going. I'm not the kinda person who ever gives up on a job. That's one of the lessons I learned from Pa.
    I grab her wrists and start pulling again, straining with every sinew in my body until I manage to get her most of the way out. Her left leg catches on a piece of glass, which digs hard into her flesh. I have to pull really hard a couple more times, but finally the glass breaks and I'm able to keep dragging her out. My arms are burning with the effort, and it's hard to get my feet gripped on the road 'cause of all the glass everywhere, but finally -
    I stop suddenly, seeing her huge, swollen belly.
     
    South-east Kent, about five miles from the village of Wexham, England.
     
    Letting go of her wrists, I step around and crouch down, taking a closer look. This woman has the biggest, roundest belly I could ever imagine on a person, like something's seriously wrong with her. I glance at her face to make sure she's still unconscious, and then I pull her shirt up to get a better look. Sure enough, the skin on her belly looks tight, like there's something pretty goddamn big in there. I place my hand on the flesh, feeling it for a moment and trying to figure out if she's got some kinda parasite, or if she's really sick and -
    Suddenly something moves, kicking at me from inside the woman's belly. Falling back, I feel my heart racing as I start to realize that whatever's going on here, it's not something I've ever seen before. It's almost like... It seems crazy, and I think I might be crazy for thinking it, but it's almost like this woman's got something else alive inside her.
    I can't imagine what could cause a woman's belly to get so big.

Enda
     
    'Cause of her weight, it takes me longer than usual to get her moved, which means it's almost sunrise by the time I get her in place back at the farm.
    Even while I'm securing her hands and wrists at the edges of the table, I can't help glancing at her belly and feeling suspicious. There's no way a human being should have part of their body that's so large. Part of me's really curious and wants to examine her closer, but part of me's scared and feels like I should keep a safe distance. After all, I remember one time using a scalpel to cut open the back of