I opened my eyes too much light came to me, too much to bear. I blinked several times, trying to take all the light in at once. "He's alive! He's OK!" Someone screamed. Someone shook me a couple times but my eyes refused to focus. Through my blurry vision, I could see a large figure, standing there. "Oh dear! He really is back! Good lord! Hughs! My sweetheart!" the figure said in a shrill voice. When my eyes finally focused, I realized that there was a woman in a white dress, staring straight at me. "Oh lordy, he's back. Hughs, it's me, Mom. Hughs, remember?" "Who is this Hughs?" I thought. Then I discovered she was referring to me. "Um..." I managed to stammer. "He's had a hard night, Mrs. Stafford. His memory may not do him so well. But, not to worry. He will be fine," another women standing in the corner said. "Let's go home Hughs! I'm so happy you're back after such a long trip!" The excited women grabbed me and lifted me up. I squirmed since it was so uncomfortable. But, the women had a firm grip so I couldn't escape. She got into a strange looking vehicle, transported us to a strange looking place, and dragged me up into a strange looking room. "Now, Hughs, be a good boy and get into bed and start sleeping. Oh, you poor little boy! Mommy will be downstairs if you need anything, all right? Mommy needs to go tell Daddy the exciting news!" And she rushed downstairs and I was left alone in the strange looking place. I saw a bed; at least I was familiar with that part. I got on it and stared into space. Gradually, I felt a heavy gloom wave cover me and I started sinking.