For seconds that unfurled like centuries, DeMornay clutched deparately for a handhold on the void that is space. He had held his breath nearly as long as he had during the submersed handcuff escape he had executed in the East River during a brief but notable flirtation with a career in Magic, and the satrs that spread out in infinite abundance were beginning to blur into the surprising mirage of a huge silver cigar-shaped object. With his last focussed vision, he watched a huge light emit from the belly of the object and cast itself directly at him. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was sitting in a large gallery whose interior was quite sumptious, and whose windows peered out into the vastness which he had somehow escaped."Whiskey?" a voice said. He turned to stare at the profile of a figure dressed in a uniform of a gold and blue metallic material who was pouring two glasses full from a large snifter. The figure turned so that the soft glow of the cabin lights illuminated his face and the leaping catfish insignia on his collar. "We meet again, Sir. Robert E Leej, Commander, League of the Mudcat Time Fleet." He handed DeMornay his drink." This is the Flagship The Neil Young. Welcome aboard."