The road up the mountain was winding and treacherous.  Steve cursed as he jerked the wheel to miss an ill-placed rock.  The night air steamed through the rolled down windows.  It was hot.  "Is it getting hotter in here or am I imagining things? Sheila said."  Steve turned one last bend and they were on top of the mountain.  Suddenly and strangely, it was daylight.  "WTF! Steve cried"  The Winnebago lurched to the side and a greenish glow enveloped them.  Time seemed to stop; the van was in the air and they heard a loud humming.  Gail and Barbara dove to the floor while Sheila and Bob looked out the window, first at the receding ground below and then up.  They gasped: a space ship loomed directly above and was pulling the Winnebago directly towards a gaping aperture.  "Tractor-fucking-beam! Steve screamed." 

With the sound of a mechanized snap and a thump, the Winnebago was still.  All was dark.  A barely perceptible light grew in the chamber.  They looked at each other in disbelief.  All the doors flew open at once and they tumbled out of the RV and stood, now shivering, on a cold metal floor, gaping into the dim light.  A tall and dark figure walked up to the ship.  It was what appeared to be a woman, her eyes sparkling and face smiling.  "Welcome, she said.  My name is Iris."