Jake groaned and clutched his head, nearly falling over as his surroundings snapped into focus. It happened that way sometimes when he overindulged in the most special of his potions.
Sometimes he’d still have some memory of his time under the influence, but when he took too much, as he clearly had this time, all he was left with were blurred images which usually took a few minutes to start filtering in.
Still… this… this was the worst he could remember feeling. He must have knocked back a lot more of the potion than usual. Not a good sign.
He was at least back home. That too wasn’t unusual. Him, the other person Jake became when using the special potion, often returned home when the effects started to wear off. It was one of his few saving graces.
The television was on, the vol
