You are at Rachel’s house helping to prepare the food for the party guests. “Hmm hmm hmm…” You hum happily as you scoop out the onion dip for the chips into a large red bowl. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks and it was time to celebrate.

A bowl of Chex Mix, cherry punch with plenty of alcohol, a plateful of sandwiches, ripple potato chips, a nice large store bought cake… the works. “No real food of course, this is a party and everybody will pig out!” You say to yourself, feeling proud of what you've set up. 

You just finish filling the dip bowl when your cell phone goes off, it’s your mother. “Hey Mom!” You say. <Honey, I need you to come back home right away.> Naturally she didn’t explain why, she never did, but your mom sounded worried. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” You hand up the phone and absentmindedly put it down on the counter.

“HEY RACHEL!” You yell. “WHAT?” She yells from the living room. “MOM CALLED AND WANTS ME BACK HOME! I GOTTA GO!” You yell back. “OKAY!” Rachel yelled. You decide to finish one more sandwich to take to go, since knowing your mom you might not be back for a while. BING BONG! And there’s the first of the guests. Looks like the party is going to be going on without you.

Bread slice, lettuce, tomato, more lettuce, and you spread the mayo on it when you feel… really dizzy. You stagger a bit trying to stay on your feet and then suddenly you feel like you’re falling through the air…