"Who is the President of the United States!!??"
The man was yelling at me. I was laying on my back, strapped into a gurney and unable to move. His face wasn't angry, and he was wearing a uniform of some kind. We were moving, too, I could see tubes and wires swaying behind the man's head.
"WHO IS THE PRESIDENT!!?" He yelled again.
I couldn't think. Who was this guy? Where was I? And last but not least, why on earth did he...