CHAPTER 30
The blackness of the night ebbed away, displaced by a glowing dark-mustard-yellow light that flowed in encroaching streams, first along the floor and then the walls. God, no. An alien returning—they were always preceded by a sickly luminescence like the opposite of a shadow. Why couldn’t they leave him alone?
The light grew, its radiance outlining a hexagonal doorway. The holding area (Prison cells? Laboratory cages?) was like a honeycomb—he could hear sounds of other humans in every direction anticipating the unwelcome attention that came with the light. But it was Michael they were coming for. He knew it.
As always, the door vanished without warning, and a burst of sudden brightness blinded him. He couldn’t look into the light anyway—every fiber of his being rebelled agains
