The psychoactivity from the purple Trip Tacs was now minimal but it was still affecting the remainder of Bo's brain. He’d been asleep but when he woke he wasn’t sure he had been, and that scared him coz it seemed to make sense. Bo had known people who’d gone magic mushrooming and had never come back, and he was concerned he might be about to join them. Becoming a permanent picker wasn’t a thought he cared to entertain. Fortunately, he had two psychopaths on his tail to keep him occupied, and he was about to get even more occupied.