Jon got out of bed and looked himself over. Nothing was different or wrong. He looked exactly the same way he did when he went to bed.
If he really was abducted, then what did they do to him?
He shook his head, wanting to put it all behind him, then walked over to his mirror. He smiled, looking at his body, admiring his legs ... all eight of them. He was glad that those humanoid aliens didn't do anything to him. Boy, were they frightening. And disturbing. Beings with only two legs? That's just so bizarre.
