You consider for a moment as they watch you, half fearfully, half expectantly.
"Could I have something to eat and drink?" You ask first and one of the soldiers is dispatched to fetch you something, returning with some hot sweet army tea and a 'Granola Bar' after a short time. Meanwhile you continue with your questions, trying to satisfy your curiosity.
"How do you know I'm not contagious, how do you know you're not already affected?" You ask. Doctor Wyndham answers for the rest, as what passes for a medical expert.
"We can't be 100% sure. We all saw what you looked like when you were brought in, remotely as well as in person, which suggests there's something more than simple insanity at fault here. You were isolated, as we all have been relatively isolated for the past while, just in case, but nothing to suggest that the problem has come with you has occurred. I should prefer to keep you isolated for longer, just to be on the safe side, but that doesn't appear to be an option."
You take that in, no wonder they're nervous, you looked strange, your very presence shook up their understanding of what was going on. Now something they care about seems to ride on you. That's a lot invested in one person.
"If you don't know the cause... how did you create an immunisation process?" You'd seen the way some of the guards looked... and acted.. covered up in their ABC gear and, well, shambling... they'd been rather unsettling to say the least. Again, Wyndham tries to - tactfully - answer.
"As the contagion spread a few useful pieces of information were discovered. Those already suffering from a strong mental illness, brain damage and other reasons for unconventional thought patterns and brain structure were, for the most part, unaffected. Those soldiers were volounteers for an...uh... surgical program to render them immune."
"And me... if I'm the key to all this, what do you want to do with me? Are you sure you don't want to cut me up?"
There's a ripple of nervous laughter at that, Wyndham seems to posess more natural authority even than the PM who tries so hard, the questions seem to naturally fall to him to answer.
"No, we don't want to cut you up, it would be pretty much pointless, it's all in the mind, not the body. Well, that's still the prevailing theory."
"Did anything lead up to this?" You leant forward over the table, frowning as you considered. "Was there any warning? Anything going on that might explain it?"
"Nothing we've been able to find out. Records are a mess of course but nobody is aware of anything that could have lead to this."
"And how was I retrieved?"
The Major speaks up for once on this one. "We were desperate for information. A unit of immunised troops were expended, along with a volounteer Captain, to get you retrieved. He seems to have lasted long enough to give the immunised troops orders to bring you back. Which they managed. Just. Of course, the outbreak may have progressed in the days you've been here."
Your questions satisfied they go on to make their pitch.... (Next time...)
...tomorrow, I'm just not in the right mood today after having been into town this morning..
Instead I'm going to cuddle up with the cat and Battlestar Galactica and then continue uploading files, tediously enough.
I may post some short fic later on.