Chapter 26: The Antidote

I wind up taking the antidote with dinner, which I made. Nick had some fish in his freezer, and I manage to cook it up alright.

I mix the antidote in with the lemonade I drink with it. “Maggie just said to mix it in something, right?” I ask. “It doesn’t have to be water.”

“I think it can be anything,” Nick says. “The effect this powder has on you won’t be chemical, but mystical, so no chemical problem could interfere with it. It’s not effecting your molecules or ions or neurotransmitters. It’s unblocking your mystical connection to the moon.”

“Of course. How could I forget? I’m magic.”

He smiles and reaches out to caress my shoulder. I let him. “You certainly are.”

Once I’m done eating, I sit back in my chair.

“I’ve read some accounts from other banepups who have taken the antidote,” Nick continues. “They recommend we distract ourselves while the senses come on. Watch some TV, maybe.”

I don’t love the idea that that’s necessary. “How unpleasant is this going to be?” I ask.