Absinthe. Noah was drinking absinthe again, but not the normal kind. No, the one that made him flip out. Currently, he was sitting on the bed, his head tilted back, staring off at the ceiling. He did this a lot; got drunk, that is. But it wasn't any ordinary drunk, no, he was tripping on opium. His way of escaping the shadows he saw and the spirits. Hell, you knew the things he saw because you saw them too. You just dealt with it better, and by better, you just shut your emotions off completely. But he was worrying you.