Lizbeth choked, waving her hand in front of her. There was too much in the air for her to dissipate with that simple motion. “I can’t see anything.”

“Keep walking forward,” Paramesh said.

“I can’t see.” Despite repeating this to him, she continued forward. At one point Paramesh put his hands on her shoulders to steer her in a different direction.

She began to feel light headed. “How does anyone sit in this?”

Lizbeth was referring to the crowd of people, all lounging about in the den. This was by choice. They had worked up to the point where they needed this much to get whatever effect they wanted. Lizbeth wasn’t going to judge them for what they wanted, but the fact they all had reached the point where they could barely see anything in order to get that high… There was something wrong about that, to her.

“The question is, how do they leave?”

Paramesh was right. Nevertheless, all Lizbeth could think about was the relief as they opened the door and returned to the cleaner city air.