Lily Landry opened her eyes and immediately squinted.  She noticed the sounds just as quickly as she noticed that the light shining through her window did not reach all the dark corners of her bedroom.  Those sounds, like some kind of industrial machine.  She searched her sleepy mind and found the reference.  Jet propulsion?  And wind.  She flipped aside her covers and donned her slippers and robe.  She walked out onto the balcony of her third-floor apartment, holding a hand up to her eye as she squinted up at the source of the light.  It was too bright.  She couldn’t see anything beyond it.  Before she could think another thought, she was swept off her feet.  She gasped as she started floating upward into the light.