He laid peacefully in his bed.
Imagining the moon siting calmly up in the heavens, casting silver beams of light across the marbled navys, dark blues and charcoals that intertwined and danced in the sky. It was as if someone had thrown a moth-eaten blanket onto the air. And through the little holes in the blanket that had been eaten away by the insects, the stars shinned; some of them were bright and glittery, some were dull and hid behind thick smoke-like clouds, whilst others gently flickered golden rays into the darkness.
Mesmerised by his own imagination, he gazed up mindlessly at the ceiling. A gentle whirring noise echoed in the distance, seeming to be growing and disturbing his thoughts. He listened. Most of the noise was quite muffled but he could make out wheels grinding against the floor and some sort of buzzing - but not like a wasp or a fly, like a motor from an electronic device.
Suddenly, something whizzed into the room and scuttled across the floor, the object now speeding up as if trying to come towards him. For a short while it stopped. Just like that. Leaving a heavy silence to hang in the air. Then, one by one the bright cyan lasers of his cell faded - leaving him squinting in an attempt to adjust his eyes to the vast darkness in front of him. He bent over to pick up the now lifeless object, as he realised what it was he looked up. And surely enough, she was there. Standing in the loosely lit doorway.
She hadn't changed a bit.
Although there wasn't much light, he could make out her velvet emerald business suit. A clean bun that stood patiently on her head, not a single hair out of place. Without even a word between the pair, they left. Without any trace what so ever.