Amelia’s POV
Like Alex, I too have grown tired of all this walking. It’s unfortunate that there is no other way of getting around in this strange underworld. At least none that I’ve been made aware of. So we walk for what is apparently several days with only the occasional “smoke break”.
At least smoking the joints has been more pleasant than biting down on the disgusting pills, and makes you feel pleasantly calm afterwards. I ask Giselle why we hadn’t done this from the start.
“They are made from basically the same ingredients,” Giselle told me. “But my supply of the glow weed was low since I hadn’t been down here in many years. And the weed has to be dried for some time under the right conditions, we can’t just pick it and use it fresh as soon as we came down here, which is in
