His thoughts escaped him, fingers growing tingly before fading to numbness. He smacked his lips, eyebrows furrowed. Since when did water have a bitter aftertaste? He smacked his lips again and this time couldn’t feel his tongue at all. He saw Quincy’s face, his bald head shining beneath an Intelight. It was distorting, blurring around the edges. His eyelids grew heavy. Idiot, he thought to himself as his head fell forward and thudded against the table.
That's why she went somewhere else, I guess. Was that the test?
