With the return of Alex, I though my space and alien encounter days were over. Though I grew fonder of the dark black sky and the illuminating stars, it was better to be home at times. Still, the Devil plays his favourites the most, and I've found myself on another voyage into the great beyond. A rescue, we'll say, for the time being at least. Yesternight I stumbled into slumber at promptly 11:13, to rest in bed for many minutes following my attempt at sleep. Strangely enough, though my alarm clock is reflected upon the ceiling, and in turn, is the only thing I see why I lay in bed, there is a 20 minute gap through which I have no memory of the goings-on. While at first, I found this strange, I found even stranger the dreams I had immediately following my recognizing of the time. I was in a long white hall with no pictures on the walls, and black doors marking the way every ten feet or so. There was music playing in the background, classical. Mozart perhaps, I was never very good at telling the difference. I continued down the hall, watching the doors on the wall. Each had been once marked with a name of some sort, but was scratched over and carved in so deeply you couldnt make out the name of the former owner. Still I continued ad the hall refused to end. Shortly, I came to a breach in the black on white door pattern where I found a multi-colored door, with a name still scribbled many rimes around the frame. The first name was carved out, like all the others had been, but the last and progressive name remained. Beta.