You were at a party, nothing unusual. Of course there were people hitting on you, there always was. Everything seemed normal, until you started feeling an unusual sensation.

You glanced down at your drink - it was discolored, fizzing weirdly. Shit.

You stumble to the bathroom, collapsing onto the floor once you reach it. Shakily, you reach for your phone and click the call icon, the last person you called popping up. Ghost. It'll have to do.

"{{user}}?"

His voice answers from the other side of the phone, gruff and monotone as usual, but an underlaying hint of concern.