There were no doors near me in the hallway, only what appeared to be stairs leading off the corridor. A single small door sat neatly centered on the dead-end wall. The stir of chilly air made me shiver.
The sound of a low hum reached my consciousness. I knew that sound, but I couldn’t place it. My footsteps on the floor echoed in the room as I approached the door.
I’d been on a busy city street seconds before when a light flashed over the roof of the building across the street from me—bright enough to blind me even in the midday sun. I wondered if anyone else saw it because I found myself here, alone.
Approaching the door, I saw no knob on the door, only the hinges on one side. I touched it and felt cold steel. There was a slight vibration in my fingertips, and the familiar hum continued.
I’d never seen the room or door before, but a thought sounded in my head. Only it wasn’t my thought.
“You’re almost home now, James.”
“Home?” I instinctively asked myself. The thoughts bounced into my mind as I pressed my hand to the door. It swung open to reveal another room. A disembodied voice spoke.
“We’ve been looking for you for an eon.”
“What? Looking for me?”
“Yes. Please, you must return home.”
The soft glow of the lights that diffused from the edges of the ceiling was familiar. I had been here before. I jumped as the door closed behind me
She materialized from a corner of the room. She stood slightly taller than me, her hair white and her features familiar. I knew her.
A thought sprang into my mind. “Mother?”
“Yes, son. We lost you quite a while ago. We’ve been searching the galaxy for you. You must never run off like that again.”