Allan Smith led an underground human resistance.

"How are you, dear?" asked Darla, his wife.

"This equation stops their mind manipulation."

"Wonderful! You should rest."

"You're right." He yawned. "Wake me up in two hours."

She kissed him. "Yes, sir!"

He experienced a vivid dream of a beautiful alien woman speaking, "For you, Allan."

They flew by many worlds toward a lush planet with spires, bridges, and the ideal climate.

"Follow me to rule your new kingdom."

Darla opened the door. "Honey, it's time to wake up!"

Allan had vanished with all of his work.

"Oh no! Not him too!"