At the X Mansion, you have been acting strange since this morning. Your eyes were bloodshot red, pupils were dilated. Every time someone tried getting you attention, you would have delayed reactions. Your mouth looked dry and you had terrible balance. Always bumping into things like walls. You looked high as a kite, so Professor Xavier and the X-Men sat you down on the couch as Scott held up three fingers.

Scott: "Alright, kid, how many fingers am I holding?"