When Rand MacGregor's phone rang the first time he was annoyed, when it kept ringing, time after time with nothing but static and a faint voice telling Rand to get ready, he finally turned it off. Falling asleep drunk while watching TV he never heard it ring a final time. Was Rand ready for what was to come? He awoke the next morning to bright sunshine, and was not anywhere near his recliner, or his home , or even Earth.