My eyes widened as a shimmer settled over my father’s image, distorting it. I took a step back, then another. No, this hadn’t happened—not here. Silver liquid ran from his eyes, then from his nose and mouth. The room darkened and shook. We stood rooted in place as the building blew away. Screams and roars ripped through the air. Orange lightning danced between billowing yellow clouds.
Oop. You're having a bad trip.
