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To: [Charles]
From: [Moira]
Subject: Confused

Charles,

You know, it's been a while. When I last hallucinated, it had been after four days straight of no sleep, a full bottle of Scotch and possibly the result of the eggs being off. And even then, it'd been a hallucination of small, green alien dogs invading my labs and trying to drink my Scotch.

Something that clearly screamed: "Hi, I'm your subconscious' desire to go to sleep. So please go to sleep before the wee green alien dogs eat your head".

I've slept well the entire week, haven’t touched a drop of drink in years and trust Lorna not to feed me food that expired a month ago.

But nothing else will explain the fact that when I was heading back to my office this afternoon, I saw you wandering around. It looked like you were on your way to a class or a lecture. Not normally an unusual thing...

Unless you count the fact that you were walking. No chair, not even a limp. Everything else was the same, though.

You'd think if I hallucinate with you in it, I'd have at least given you some hair.

Moira

PS:

I have no idea what that was about. "You" disappeared into one of the spare labs and, trust me, I checked the entire area out.