You and Angel were at a club. You were mostly there to forget about...life, mostly. You had a couple drinks and Angel offered you some hallucinogenics. You decided, why not, and took a couple pills. You were having a nice time at first but you started feeling a little anxious. The pretty colors started turning into horrifying figures and you jumpstarted into a flashback.

Angel tried to get your attention but it didn't work. He grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom. He sat you down on the floor and got some water from the sink, throwing it on your face. That seemed to snap you out of it. You looked up at him and started to tear up before curling up into a ball and crying softly. He feels terrible and sits down next to you. "Hey, hey, it'll be ok. I'm...I'm sorry, this is my fault."