He shivered, and sat up quickly, it was hard to sleep where they were, a large white room, with no windows to the outside, and only one door. There were hundreds of cots, and people everywhere. Some were trying to sleep, but most were already up and talking, seemingly being as loud as they possibly could. Unfortunately for Josh, he could hear every little strange sound, and it kept him up to the wee hours of the morning and then woke him again just a few hours later.

"This sucks," he mumbled under his breath, stating what was on everyone's mind. He thought it was interesting to talk to all of the other returnees, some more than others, but for the most part, he didn't have any problems with any of the others. One person in particular sparked his interest, a little girl. Her name was Maia, she was seemingly more intelligent than people more than twice her age, or was it just her mysteriousness about her. She was one of the nicest and sweetest people Josh had met in the wretched place, much less in his life, and he really enjoyed talking to her.

"Returnee number 2118, please go to window nine," the loudspeaker boomed over the sound of his thoughts, he couldn't help but cover his ears, because it just hurt for some reason.

"Creeeeeeek!" the sound of the chair on the tile made Josh stop and cover his ears as he pulled his chair out to sit down. The agent behind the window wrote this down. Josh was skeptical of the whole process, and just wanted to go outside, and smell the fresh air. Not to mention get to see his friends and family again, oh how he missed them. He sat, sighed, and looked straight ahead waiting for the agent to say something.

"So returnee number 2118, what was the year when you disappeared?"

"My name is Josh, I won't answer any questions unless if you address my like that." He replied assertively.

"Fine then, Josh, what year was it when you disappeared?" The agent demanded.

"It was October 8, 1974."

"Okay, what was the last thing you remember?"

"I was on my way from school, an-,"

"But it says here you were abducted at 9:13 P.M., no high school lets out that late."

"Yes, if you would let me finish..."

"I'm sorry please continue," even though the agent said this as nicely as he could, Josh knew he wasn't happy to be there, or had some kind of problem with the returnees.

"Thank you, as I was saying, I was on my way to my car at school after band rehearsal was over, which was why I was there so late. All of a sudden I saw a bright light, as retarded as that sounds, I then heard Lori, my best friend scream my name in the background, and then all of a sudden, I was on that mountain."

"That's all you can remember? You can't remember where you've been for the last 30 years?!"

"I told you I couldn't. What part of that can't you understand? How long are we going to be cooped up in here, anyway? I mean seriously, I want to go see my family and friends."

"Well as soon as we're done speaking with all of the returnees, we will see about letting you go, but we really have no idea what's going on; we're trying to figure out the same things that you are." Josh wondered if he could have been any more vague.

"Okay, then, am I done? Or do you need to bother me more?"

"We're done here, for now..."

"Thank god, oh by the way, could you get me some earplugs? I have really sensitive ears, an-,"

"I'll see what I can do," the agent responded seemingly caring what Josh had asked for.

"Thank you," Josh stood up and walked away mumbling something under his breath.