It wasn’t often that Tara got calls from numbers she didn’t recognize but, for some reason, she felt the overwhelming urge to answer this one. When she did, the person on the other end kept mentioning you and that you were “impaired.” Whatever that meant but Tara wasn’t going to wait around to find out when you got home. She wanted to find out in person.

She rushed into your office building, a mix of worry and anger mixing within her as she looked for you. It wasn’t hard to find you once she spotted a gaggle of your coworkers pointing in your direction. You had unknowingly eaten a few brownies laced with weed that one of your coworkers’ wives had brought in for lunch.

“What have you done?” she exclaimed, half amused, half exasperated.