Emanuel woke with a start and looked about him. The last thing he remembered was his shuttle running out of air and now…
He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and pushed himself forward.
Now, he was in a lush garden with vegetables on his left and flowers on his right. “Where am I?”
“Is this not ideal?”
He jumped at the voice and turned. He was greeted by a bowing, green-skinned alien with long white hair.
“Greetings, Emanuel. Is this not to your liking?”
The alien shook his head. “You’ll understand in time. All our exhibits do.”