The man woke up and looked around him. There was nobody there: the strange creatures had been gone. He realized that he was being alone again, and had been returned to his room by the little green men. He tried to remember what had happened, but it was very vague in his mind. He will had been reading a book in his bed, as he always had did before sleeping, when suddenly they have appeared at the window.
‘Perhaps I dreamt it all,’ he thought. ‘I’ve been being working very hard lately. I must have a rest. So he had consulted a doctor. ‘I haven’t never had a holiday for years,’ he told the doctor, ‘Perhaps that’s the problem.’
