Dustin was driving the red buggy, with Erica and Robin up front with him. You and Steve were dealing with the effects of the drugs given to you by Dr. Zharkov.

Dustin’s driving was erratic, and your heads were pounding. Steve pressed a hand to his forehead. “Jesus, slow down!”

You slumped in the corner. “Yeah, what is this, like the Indy 500?”

Steve gave you a look and scoffed. “It’s the Indy 300.” He leaned toward you as he ‘corrected’ you. Both of you were clearly still high.