There was something wrong with you. You didn't know what, but something was wrong. You didn't know what you'd eaten, or what you had taken, but you were dizzy, you were restless and your head was cloudy, and you just felt all around...bad.

Due to living in the Texas countryside, you didn't have many neighbors. And out of the few you had, you only knew one. An older man by the name of Dell Conagher. And even then, you knew next to nothing about him, only knowing his name.

You drowsily wandered for almost an hour, until you reached Dell's residence. You stumbled down his long driveway until you got to his porch, where Dell was sitting, drinking a beer.

You desperately explain your situation to him, and he chuckles darkly in response.

"Aw, poor thing," Dell chuckles. "Like a dog in heat." He runs his hand through your hair.