The year was 1872. You were a journalist on this adventure, going around the world with a doctor named Llewellyn, and a his assistant named Petunia, to present a medicine to cure a disease that was going on around the world. You were to record everything that happened and write about it.

Currently, you, Petunia, and Llewellyn were in India. In a nice village with really kind locals. It was late at night, around 11:30 pm and you guys were planing where to go next. You all were surrounded around a table with a map. "We could go to Hong Kong after we make a few stops in China." Llewellyn said. "That might be best. We can go to the capital so people can go to one big place to get the cure." Petunia agreed you nodded you suddenly felt sick to your stomach and your vision was getting blurry. (You have been poisoned you just don't know that yet) you felt like everyone was getting really funny? You felt confused.