I realise that this story is slow going. It is meant to be like this. I want it to build up slowly before anything is explained. Sorry if you find it boring, I promise more excitement and less Scott on his own in the future. Also, sorry for any errors in grammar or whatever. I'm a University Student, I have essays to write.

Part Two

Scott is lying down. He's not sure where his, but whatever he's lying on it's uncomfortable. He cannot open his eyes, which feel astonishingly heavy, and he can feel needles pressed into his arms, which are strapped down. Voices sound from around him, close enough to only be a few foot away.

"I don't understand." A voice he recognized instantly, but under his heavy sedation and hazy mind, could not pinpoint where he knew it from.

"How did he get here? I thought humans never came here? We don't go to their world, do we?" the voice sounded desperate "so why is he here?"

"I don't pretend to know. The security system picked up a foreign contaminant in Hall One." The second voice paused "However, it never sounded the alarm for us, we had to do that ourselves when we saw the real-time footage, which is the even stranger part."

"Why is that?"

"I'm not sure what it means."

"Is he a threat? Is he to be executed?" another voice appeared, sounding more distant than the previous two. "Surely he is, he's seen everything now! We need to keep ourselves hidden from these people! It makes it even worse that he's human, there hasn't been a human here-

"Be quiet" another voice, a male voice, more prominent, confidence resonating in his two words. "He's stirring, it's best if he does not hear any more words from your lips."

Everything went black again.

Scott woke up in his bed, gasping for air. He looked around. He was in his bed, his room and in his house. He sat up, faster than he usually would on a normal day, when it would take him at least half an hour to function properly before waking up at all-only being semi-conscious the whole time.

This time, however, Scott shot up instantly. He could scarcely remember what had happened to him the day before. He knew he had had a bad dream, but it had felt so real, he was positive that it had happened. The last thing he remembered was listening to some voices who were saying some rather strange things. It was all fading as well, but he was fairly positive that it had all happened. The images, blurry and fragmented from sleep, came rushing to him in severe confusion. Scott tried to make sense of it all, but knew that to try to do so would only leave him partially sane and frustrated to boot.

Rubbing his head with his left hand, Scott groaned. He reached towards the desk and picked up his phone, which showed only two percent battery life. This was odd, as Scott always, always put his phone on charge before he went to sleep. Scott racked his brain, he couldn't remember what he had done yesterday or even how he had got to bed. All thoughts of the dream or whatever had happened to him had left him at a complete loss for words, and memory. However, another thing that his phone screen showed him shocked him even more. It was the time.

The phone showed that it was currently 4:30pm. Which meant he was over 7 hours late for work. What baffled him though was that there were no missed calls from his work friends or manager, which meant that either today was a day off or something was really, really odd. It was unlike Scott's work to not send any texts or call him twenty times if he was even half an hour late, never mind over half a day. Something was definitely wrong and Scott was going to try to find out, even if he wasn't quite sure how he was going to do that.

Scott eventually rose out of bed, noticing that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Sighing, he stripped off the clothes and headed for the shower. Showering always made Scott feel at ease. The warm water seemed to massage his worries away, clearing his mind and putting him in a rather good mood. So that when Scott stepped out of his Grandparent's walk-in shower, something in the mirror made him pause and his breathing begin to increase in pace. His heart fluttered. He slowly turned around and noticed a large red mark, going from shoulder to shoulder. It looked like a scar, but the pink skin wasn't raw, bleeding. It didn't even hurt when Scott raised a tentative hand to it and felt the smoothness of it. It reminded him of a birth mark, but only a different colour and a lot larger than he had ever seen. It could only be a scar, but looked years old. Something strange was definitely happened to Scott, and all of his euphoria from the warm shower vanished instantly. He tried to forget the scar and decided that he would figure everything out later, after he had got some clothes on and rang his Grandparent's.

Scott got dressed, donning a plain white Ralph Lauren t-shirt and slim black jeans. He rummaged around in his wardrobe and pulled out his trainers, a pair of Nike Originals. He walked back into the bathroom and, with satisfaction over his appearance, walked downstairs.

"Pop's? Nana? You here?" Scott called out to yet again, another empty house. Where are they? Scott began to panic, fumbled for his phone and opened it, calling his Grandfather. The phone rang through, over and over until the automated answer message started Welcome to O2 messaging service…

Scott heaved a huge sigh in chagrin. He then decided to call his Nana, to see if she would relieve any of the tension building in his chest. He dialled the number and waited, pacing around the living room with his phone pressed to his ear, clicking his fingers in anticipation and impatience. Welcome to O2 messaging service…

Scott then proceeded to dial every number in his phone, only to have every single one ring through. Things had just started to get weird for Scott, if that was even possible. Surely one of his friends and family were available to answer the phone. Scott paced around his living room in frustration, as his phone had just died on him. Scott impatiently decided that he couldn't be bothered charging his phone, it was useless at the moment anyway, so he threw it on the nearest couch. He paced into the kitchen and clicked the button on the kettle to boil it and make himself a coffee. He thought that it was a good idea to have a brew, smoke a cigarette and calm himself down. He was no good to anyone half-catatonic.

He turned away from the kettle and faced the kitchen window, a great feeling of deja-vu washing over him. He squinted outside. It was another sunny day, not a single wisp of cloud to grace the gorgeous blue sky. He focused particularly at the back of the garden, where he was sure he had visited at some point yesterday. Everything was still blurry, but he could remember enough that he had left the confines of his Grandparent's house to investigate something at the back of his garden…

Scott jumped when he heard the familiar click of the kettle, signalling that the water inside it had boiled. Scott grinned at himself and his own sheer Britishness. When times are hard or confusing, consult a hot beverage and light a cigarette. Smirking, he helped himself to a few spoons of instant coffee into his favourite Breaking Bad mug. Adding milk and sugar, he sipped from the coffee and shuddered in pleasure.

Scott's stomach growled, telling him that it was high time for something to eat. Scott wondered whether he had eaten anything at all yesterday. Surely he had only come down with a rather nasty fever and hallucinated all day, eventually retreating to bed with an empty belly. That was the excuse that he was going to make up for himself anyway, and one that he was going to probably have to repeat to his duty manager.

Scott walked outside into his garden, his stomach still growling in hunger. He had always thought that nicotine and caffeine came before protein, a little motto he had always laughed to himself about. In many ways, Scott was a strange young man. He pulled a chair out from under the outdoor table and sank into it, lighting his cigarette, cupping the end of it with his free hand to guard the flame from the wind. However, when he brought his hand back down again and exhaled a rather large cloud of poisonous fume, a glimmering caught his eye at the end of the garden. Scott's heart stopped. He placed his cigarette in the ash tray on the table.

The events of yesterday afternoon came back to him in pieces. He suddenly remembered the shimmering at the back of the garden, the small cloud of strange light that led to events that he couldn't make sense of in his brain. He stood up slowly, his chair scraping against the floor and his coffee spilling slightly from where it rested on the table. The shimmering wasn't there, but in its place was what could only be described as a small stone. He walked over to it. It looked egg shaped, but shone a brilliant white light and stood out profusely in the summer sun of his Grandparent's back garden.

Scott reached down and hesitantly picked up the palm-sized stone. It felt like a ball of glass, but slightly warm to the touch. It was entirely smooth, with no markings or indents to show signs of damage. He had never seen quite anything like it. That was when it hit him. Scott had seen this before, but only when he had been asleep.

His left arm, only a few inches away from the stone, trembles in anticipation. It takes everything Scott has to keep himself upright, a feeling of strange nausea hitting his stomach…

Scott remembered that particular part of the dream that plagued him most nights. He never managed to reach the gem that was on top of the platform, yet here it was, clutched in his sweaty palm. An object right out of a dream. He squeezed it slightly, then pinched himself to make sure that everything that was happening was real. He could only deduce that the events of yesterday had actually happened, in some form anyway. Perhaps he was still dreaming, stuck in the longest chain of dream events seen since Inception .

He turned around to pick up his abandoned cigarette and coffee, to find that they were no longer there. Again, for the second time in two days, he found himself no longer standing in his Grandparent's backyard but in a completely different location. This time, however, he would like to think that he was better dressed for the occasion this time around. He spun around and realised that he was stood on a platform made of white light, the exact same light that he recognized from his dreams. First the egg-like stone or gem, now the actual location from his dream. His mind either had a really excitable imagination or there was something definitely strange going on with Scott.

Scott looked towards of the centre of the platform he was stood upon in anticipation. Low and behold, the stand for the gem he was clutching was there. Scott looked at the smooth, white gem in his hands. He didn't know what come upon him, but he heaved a grudging sigh, wiped the pal of his left hand on his jeans and walked towards the little pillar. He reached out his hand that had the gem in it and placed in on the stone pillar gently. Scott took a few steps back and regarded the strange sight. It looked exactly as it did in his dreams. Scott waited and eagerly anticipated something to happen. Nothing did. He growled to himself impatiently and looked around himself for signs. Only when Scott did this, he gasped in awe at the surroundings. He was on a platform in space. As absolutely ridiculous as that sounded, he could only describe his environment as something right out of Chris Nolan's Interstellar. Surrounding Scott were millions and millions of stars. He could even make out tiny galaxies off in the distance. Astounded, Scott walked to the edge of the platform, which he now realised was circular, with the pillar and gem centred in the middle.

The platform seemed to be holding itself up, and Scott, in his excitement, came to the sudden realisation that he shouldn't even be able to breath. He clutched at his throat and his eyes grew wide, wondering whether he was already dead and this was somehow the afterlife. Thoughts such as these raced through Scott's had at a million miles an hour, his heartbeat increasing. He was sure to have a heart attack soon, the amount of stress his Grandparent's back garden had caused him over the last 48 hours or so. He was regretting even getting out of bed.

As Scott stood there, panicking and holding his throat, the gem started to hum quietly. Scott looked towards it in surprise. It hadn't made any noise before now. He walked towards it and the humming seemingly grew louder. He reached a shaking finger towards it and gentle poked it. Scott cried out, the gem was white-hot and burned his finger tip like a hot iron would if held for too long. His first instinct was to pull his finger away but for some reason it wouldn't budge. It was almost as if it was glued to the little orb. Cursing in pain, Scott instinctively put his other hand on the orb to try and pry away his hand, only to be burned again and find that his other hand was glued to the orb. Scott screamed in terror.

"Get off me! Get off me, you stupid egg, let me go!" Scott cursed at the orb and pulled away from the orb with all his might.

His legs buckled and he fell to his knees, the pain of the hot object robbing him of all his energy. He looked up at it and noticed that it was glowing, glowing just as bright as the sun. It hurt to look at, and his vision became blurry. Scott continued to cry out in terror, as he couldn't comprehend the situation before him. Seconds earlier he had been in the back of his Grandparent's home. The stone glowed even brighter, and then something wonderful happened. The pain stopped. However, the feeling was replaced with an icy feeling that sent chills running up and down his spine, his hair standing on end.

The glowing reduced from the egg, but if his eyes weren't deceiving him, he could see a slight shining, the same glowing that came from the egg, in his fingers. He pulled on his hands again, relief washing over him when his efforts proved successful and his hands were freed. He pulled his hands towards his face, still on his knees. The glowing had begun to spread from his fingertips into his hands. Like blood, the glowing somehow seemed to enter his bloodstream and shot along his veins and arteries. His arms were now almost completely consumed by the glowing. Screaming Scott stood up and staggered back, away from the egg and the newfound source of his nightmares. His hands and arms grew hot, a feeling which soon spread throughout his entire body. He felt like he had been set on fire, but couldn't do anything to put it out, as the fire raged below his skin. The light glowed even brighter, until he noticed it glowing from below his t-shirt, and through his jeans. It had somehow spread and infected the rest of his body. Scott thought his brain was going to melt. He looked up at the stars swirling above him and screamed.

Scott passed out, his head hitting the stone floor hard.