It feels like there are more people there..than there are..it feels like we just got here..did we? And it feels that we’ve been here forever. I think we were, before..when did you get here?
"I’ve been here all along."
Did you change clothes? No. You changed your hair.
"I haven’t changed anything."
Well. I like your hair.
"You’re tripping balls. Matt. Drink some water. Matthew! This way."
Did Everyone Get Ecstasy?
"Yes."
Are You Sure.
"Yes! Everyone’s on ecstasy."
Everyone here?
"Yes. Yes! Take my hand."
We’re going down the stairs. I was upstairs. Now I’m downstairs. In the kitchen. There’s no furniture. There’s Adrian, this girl from high school. "You look very relaxed," I say. "It’s probably the morphine," she says, and we leave it at that. But she’s still there when I come back, and to me, Adrian is always in the kitchen saying "It’s probably the morphine." I just wanted to make sure everyone got ecstasy—and everyone did. For the people I missed, Soren had some, so I never needed to lock my keys in the car. Or stash them up the street—they’re in a mailbox! I’m pretty sure it was number 1709981776.
"Point one repeating," I say.
"What?"
I say it again.
"Drink some water."
I do, and it tastes like salt.