It was dark. The only light came in through a little hole on the side of my little house. Out there somewhere where lights, not just any lights, but blue, green and red lights. And they were blinking. On, off, on off. Like some unseen metronome marking the beat to some unheard melody. But the sound, or lack of it, is what startled me most. If there was such a thing as a deafening silence, this was it. Maybe I was being punished I thought. After-all, my life had been anything but exemplary. I ha...