You unlock this door with the key of imagination.

Beyond it is another dimension, a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind.

You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance of things and ideas.

You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.

...the-Twill-Lewan. Love songs have a habit of telling us that love will conquer everything.

Love will see us through, and there's nothing that the power of love can't overcome.

And this is all very nice and very inspirational, but it's also not true.

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it

appears. Case in point to senior watching. This is not a hospital, not a morgue, not a mausoleum,

not an undertaker's parlor of the future. What it is is the belly of a spaceship. It is on route

to another planetary system, an incredible distance from the Earth. This is the crux of our story, a flight into space. It is also the story of the things that might happen to human beings who take a step beyond, unable to anticipate everything that might await them out there.

When we meet Commander Douglas Stansfield, he is lay in what season science fiction watchers like ourselves

will recognize as some sort of suspended animation chamber, but this is one of those unusual occasions

where Rod Sailing isn't our only commentator.

I remember things.

It's more than just void, darkness, unconsciousness.

The mind does work.

There are images, patterns, things to recollect.

It's not just the long, deep sleep that comes when the fear has left.

The cold is felt the slipping away of feeling is noted and then succumbed to.

The mind functions.

Time is distorted, jumbled, telescoped, accordion, but...

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