The ship was gone – just some gurgling bubbles and swirling water marking its point of departure. Alan saw the last man jump from the vessel - a small group were gathered round him. He was injured, but seemed determined not to let this bother him too much. “I guess we’re the only ones here, wherever that is. At least, the only ones here from “The Harvest..”  Then, most of these other ships seem so old.” He looked at the tall semi-humanoid with built-in cane. “You’re a brave man – may I call you a friend? I’m Alan Down, no-one special, excepting in the way we’re all ‘special’ enough to be here.” He offered his hand in friendship.