I fell asleep watching television. When I woke up (or thought I woke up), there was a man on the screen. "Martin," he said. "Martin, wake up."
I grumbled a bit until my eyes were fully open. "What?"
"Martin," the man on the television said, "I have a message for you."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"We are the voice in the wilderness crying, Martin," he said. "We are the choir and the chorus and the song that sings itself. They asked for our help."
"Your friends, Martin." The man grinned and his smile looked predatory. "They cannot speak. They have no voice. They kindly asked us to help them. They want to give you a message."
The man leaned in closer to the camera. "A warning: Don't stray from the path, Martin. And don't open the Door."
And then the television snapped back to the man espousing some sort of carpet cleaner, an infomercial. I closed my eyes and then I woke up for real, I think.