There was no name on the inside cover and he scanned the pages until he came across the page dated 5 December 1945. He scanned down the page to the last entry.
Don’t know where we are. Encountered a bright flash, violent turbulence and “Toto, we ain’t in Kansas anymore.”
The random entries he chose after that described their experiences aboard a spacecraft, life with their abductors and their final destination.
We’ve been brought to a place that is beyond description. It must be the way Earth looked all those thousands of years ago. We’re not alone. There are others here, brought the same way we were. I wish we could tell everyone at home we’re okay.
He scanned the final entry, gently closed the book and handed it back to Malcolm Taylor.
“Are you all that’s left of the chosen ones?” asked Brackett.
“Some have ventured out as children will do. Some came back , some made homes elsewhere,” replied Malcolm. “And there also are others out there who came on their own as you did. I can’t say that they will show you as much hospitality as we have.”
“Thank you for the warning,” said Brackett. “But now we must return to our comrades, but we would like to bring them here to see what you’ve shown us.”
“We look forward to it,” said Malcolm.