I wake up in a dark, cold room. I am sitting in a chair, loosely tied down by duct tape. I look up to see a dangling light bulb above my head, and a fan blowing in my face. There is a table that I could just barely see in the dimly lit area. I hear footsteps padding overhead when I realize, I have been kidnapped. I hear a loud, long squeaking noise upstairs - someone is clearly moving a chair, or a table, or something. I ponder what he could be doing when the door opens. I hear someone run down some stairs and head towards the door of my room. He kicks it open when I catch a good, final glimpse of the perpetrator.

"Mi-Mister Tyl...?"

I ask, my throat dry. He just stands there, catching his breath. I'm gonna be honest, that kick wasn't half bad for a man bout to turn 50 or 60 or something. So anyways, Mr. Tyl grabs some scissors and cuts me loose. "What's going on??" I ask, utterly confused when it comes to this man's logic.  Mr. Tyl looks up, then gives me his journal, with pages torn out and everything. I open to the first page, and, in big bold letters, Mr. Tyl has written,

"ALIENS".

I look up at him and he shakes his head, putting a finger to his lips, then pointing to the ceiling. I raise an eyebrow, but go with the flow. Mr. Tyl motions for me to follow him, then we get to walking. We first turn right, then head upstairs quietly when I see what he was moving - a cage. I try to see what's inside, but when he notices I'm looking over, he loudly whispers, "No time, no time!!" I never really noticed until he said this, but Mr. Tyl has a really heavy Russian accent. He rushes me out of his house, then grabs a key. We're in front of his porch when he unlocks a cherry red 1954 Buick Skylark. Pretty cool car if you ask me. I look down at my wrist when I realize he's stripped me of my watch. We hop into the car when he starts explaining some things.