"If Nadine finds out someone slipped you something at the Spiked Pit, she'll be pissed. You know how much she hates drugs."
Actually, he didn't. In fact, everything he knew about Nadine (the very little he knew) probably wouldn't be true in this new reality that the ... that what? Something created all of these changes, but for some reason, he just couldn't ...
"Earth to Jon," Sarah said, waving her pale hand around. "Fuck, you really are messed up. Come on, let's get you inside. Maybe you just need some sleep." She paused. "You have a key?"
No, I don't have a key, because I don't live here! he yelled in his head. He stopped himself from saying it out loud. Sarah already was worrying about him, if he suddenly said that he didn't live here, well ...
But didn't he live here? It was strange, but the more he looked at this house, the more familiar it seemed. Why was that?
Sarah groaned. "Well, if we can't get in, then you can't get some sleep!"
