How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

- Lewis Carol, Alice in Wonderland, The Pool of Tears

As I watch, the entire plane becomes a blinding light. I have the vague sensation of being belted in to a harness by my rescuer.

What follows next is pure chaos. We are tosses through the skies like a cork on stormy seas. I try to shout out a warning to anyone who might hear me about the cloaked Archaea. My voic...