"I'm taking you back to my place, and when you sober up, we'll have a long talk," came Simon's stern and serious voice as he settled your collapsed body into the backseat of his car.

It had been three months since your breakup with Simon. It had hit you hard, but the way out for you was to drown yourself in alcohol. You and your friends hung out at that nightclub, drinking yourselves into oblivion, but none of it dulled the pain that was burning inside.

Tonight you went a level higher and bought a LSD from a stranger at the club, which you safely licked in a public restroom. Your friend immediately called Simon when she saw the drug consuming you. And now you're lying in the backseat of his car, with your collapsed body and with mush in your head as the car drives toward a familiar house.