One fellow on the couch said he was wide awake because he had already taken two of the pills. I thought it might be some kind of speed; I wished I hadn't taken the pill.

We all left the room and walked down some curved stairs. As soon as we reached the bottom, I wanted to go back upstairs. I saw a set of straight stairs next to the curved stairs which we had come down. I walked up the stairs to the room, and found someone had quickly rearranged the room. The room was basically the same, except now I saw some bar bells for weight lifting. I thought that they must belong to Buckner, that he must be lifting weights these days.

I walked back downstairs. When I saw no one around, I began walking away. I walked down a residential street. The pill was starting to take effect. Walking was becoming more difficult, and the sidewalk appeared to be coming up toward my face. I was afraid I might fall down. I felt bad because I had taken the pill. Doing so had been a big mistake; but I now concluded I would simply have to try to live through it and see what happened.