As my dear brother lay sweating and pallid

As my dear brother lay sweating and pallid on the threshold, our mysterious lodger, whom I thought might murder us all, offered a healing lozenge. The wastemistress gasped and ran

a scan on the sweet. "It contains trace amounts of ambrosia," she declared. We all looked to the mysterious lodger. "What?" he asked. "Can't a guy keep mythical Ancient Greek foods

among his treasured momentos?!" "You do realize what happened the last time somebody stole either ambrosia or nectar from the table of the Gods", she asked the mysterious lodger.

The mysterious lodger didn't reply, but looked away & pointed. She fell for it, and the lodger grabbed the nectar while her head was turned. "No! You stole the Nectar of the Gods!"

"Of course I did! You are not deserving of such wrathful purity!" the lodger screamed at her as she coiled back in tearful fear. The Nectar of the Gods had been under guard

for thousands of years, but now a tourist had taken a sip of it. It was worse than when someone wrote "Chad was here" on the Fountain of Youth! The Nectar of the Gods

tasted quite a bit like mango juice mixed with Everclear. The Tourist, whose name was Tom, had taken a sip only a moment ago, but to him it felt like eons had passed. A vulture

swooped down and perched on his shoulder. It was his psychiatrist, Dr.Skavenjër. “What the- Tom, you smell like death! Have you been drinking hallucinogenics again?!” he squawked.

Tom thought deeply about this as he continued to drink the herbal tea the man in the hat kept giving him. Dr.Skavenjër's feathers kept changing colors and he couldn't pin point

exactly why he had never noticed them before. From this closely. Suddenly he could smell them changing colors. The green was back alley dumpster, the blue the sky. Big yellow Sun.