The indigo blankets looked as if they’d be scratchy as hell, but they felt like the material used in baby blankets. Nevertheless, the last memory she recalled, she had been wearing pants, slippers, and a shirt. Now, other than her thong underwear, and wow, was she reassessing whether that had been a good choice, she wore nothing at all. How had she gotten from inside Lucinda Mowry’s vault to being chased by a burning light in the woods and terrified by man-beasts? The man sitting next to the bed, he’d been there, waiting. Turning into creatures that should not exist. “I’m tripping aren’t I?” “Tripping?” “Yeah, you know.” Fear made her ramble. “Taking a ride on the shroom-wagon. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Last dance with Mary Jane. Chasing the dragon.” “What is a dragon? Why does the sky have diamonds? Explain a shroom-wagon.” Keir’s massive frame got closer as he demanded answers.
