He knew he was
sleeping, but he was also mindful of his surroundings. It gradually
washed through him that he was hearing voices. Two voices were
conversing in very low tones, far away. He had a feeling that the air
was thick and the sound had to struggle to get to him. He became aware
of his eyelids, and they fluttered. Fully conscious but deeply relaxed
now, he slowly opened his eyes. He saw only darkness, but it was not
absolute.
He turned his head slowly to the left. Through an open door, about
twenty feet away along a corridor were two tall, vaguely humanoid
beings wrapped in shadows. Mark's heart leaped and began to race, but
outwardly he showed no trace that he was alert. His eyes narrowed in an
attempt to see more clearly. He knew instinctively that the creatures
were alien. They walked in utter silence and stepped into the room.
Mark lay frozen. They looked around for a few seconds, then went back
into the corridor to the place where he had first seen them. They
manifested no ill intent toward the sleepers.
The figures began conversing in low voices. Mark sensed a deep sadness
in their tone. He strained to hear what they were saying, what their
words sounded like.
Suddenly he heard something that sounded familiar. "A coincidence," he
thought to himself.
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