The Ancient One and his companions were up to their usual tricks. They had cornered a group of demons in Iraq in a cemetery.  The creatures of Darkness were trapped on three sides by sanctified ground, and The Ancient One and his companions on the other.  As The Ancient One pushed them tighter and tighter into the trap once and a while one would try to escape, and his companions would beat it senseless before they'd let it flee.  Suddenly The Ancient One backed off and stared skyward.  His companions and even the demons stopped their activities and they, too, looked skyward.  One of the demons spoke.
   "Lord Of Light, something is very much amiss.  You should not waste your time with us, but find out what is wrong in the Heavens."
   "I hate to admit it," The Ancient One muttered, "when one of you guys are right!  You've got a reprieve tonight, boys!  Consider yourself lucky.  Come on you two!"  he called to his companions.  "I'm getting a telepathic message from the blockade ships.  We've got an intruder!!"
   "Whoa!" The Ax Man cried, "I thought nobody could get by our friends up there."
   "Nobody SHOULD be able to," The Ancient One answered.  "If somebody can, we're in big trouble!  But whoever they are they're staying on the planet's night side.  That's a big mistake, because it means we can get at them."
   In a few moments they were leaving the earth's atmosphere.  It didn't take them long to find the intruder.  It was pretty hard to miss it.  It was huge but mostly framework connecting various components.
   "Weird looking thing!"  The Ax Man commented.
   A beam suddenly seemed to come out of nowhere and strike The Ancient One in the chest.  He was knocked backwards but quickly righted himself.  "Son of a bitch!"  he screamed.  "Those beams are impregnated with synthetic ectoplasmic energy!  And their advanced ships are cloaked, but not for long!"
   The Ancient One began to spin very rapidly.  Suddenly a pulse of energy shot out of him going in all directions.  There were ten bright flashes and ten small space ships seemed to appear out of nowhere.  The Ancient One shot after two of them, and in a few moments had overtaken them and literally ripped them apart.  But the other ships continued to attack with their irritating beams until The Ancient One and his friends eliminated the rest of them.  Five more small vessels dropped away from the big one.  A generator began to operate on the mother ship.  A pale blue beam began to be transmitted that grew brighter and brighter.  Slowly shimmering rainbows filled the outside of the beam.  The five small vessels began to maneuver into the beam.
   "Ax Man!"  The Ancient One screamed, "I don't know what that thing is doing, but don't let them do it any more!  Take it out!"
   The Ax Man spun around and gave his ax a mighty heave. It sailed through space, ripped through the strange generator.  The blue beam began to fade.  Then there was a tremendous blast!  The Ancient One and his companions were hurled backwards into the fading beam as the mother ship disintegrated into thousands and thousands of microscopic particles.  
The Ancient One and his companions were tumbled over and over. For a while they didn't know what was up or down. Finally everything seemed to settle down.
   "Damn!"  The Ancient One heard The Ax Man cursing, "I can't find my ax. And my armor's gone."
   The Ancient One turned and looked at him.  He was not his good friend, he was somebody else.
   "Paddy?"  The Ancient One asked, "Paddy Mulligan?  Can't be!"
   "CAN be!"  came the voice of his female companion.  "Take a look at me."
The Ancient One did so.  "Jane!"  he moaned, "Jane Walker!"
   "No," his companion answered, "I'm still Durga inside. I look like Jane Walker, but I'm still myself!  And where in the hell did these horses come from?"
   The Ancient One turned to the direction to where she pointed.  Three magnificent steeds stood there, happily munching away on the grass.  "Sunrise?"  The Ancient One muttered.
   "Sure looks like him!"  Durga remarked.
   With the speaking of his name the big red horse trotted over and began to nuzzle The Ancient One.
   "All right!"  The Ax Man moaned, "What is going on?"
   "I haven't got the foggiest idea!"  The Ancient one answered, "Something that definitely should not be going on!"
   He examined the horse that was so happily cuddling him.  "These horses aren't real," he remarked. 'They appear to be real in every aspect, but they are not.  They're not made up of true flesh and blood.  They're made up of ectoplacmic energy."
   He reached up on the saddle and pulled out a shotgun.  "As these weapons are not real," he continued, "though they most certainly appear to be."
  He cocked the shotgun, pointed it at a nearby stump and discharged it. Most of the stump disappeared.  "They seem to work!" The Ancient One muttered.