When Elias opened his eyes, he was back on his porch. The sun was beginning to touch the horizon. He checked his watch—ten hours had passed in what felt like minutes.
A low hum, more a vibration in his teeth than a sound in the air, began to vibrate through the floorboards. In the distance, a silver object, shaped like an antique spinning top with a ring of rhythmic, tiny lights, drifted above the tree line. It didn't fly; it seemed to slide through the air as if the atmosphere offered no resistance. The Threshold Alien Abduction: Answers
A voice, not spoken but resonant within his mind—much like the experience of Gary Arnold—began to bridge the gap. "Why?" Elias managed to think. When Elias opened his eyes, he was back on his porch