After last night, I don't want to think about how many more nights I may have to spend out-of-doors before I reach the King's City. I hardly know how to write this, it seems so strange. As evening fell yesterday, I bedded down under a bush by the side of the road. It quickly became very dark -- there was no moon at all. I slept. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke feeling very frightened. It frightens me now just to think about it. I looked up and saw a bright light moving quickly across the sky. It stopped and hovered nearby for a time, and then there was a ring of lights and it came down and hung directly above me. The lights were so bright, it was as bright as day. I must have fallen asleep then because the next thing I remember, it was morning. No cock's crow to waken me. I feel so alone, I'm afraid I'll never get to the King's City. It is such a long way off.