"What are you talking about? There's no-" The notes he'd read on the dust did mention it could be a hallucinogenic. He thins his lips in irritation-it's not Conan he's mad at but himself-he's the one that left the kid on his own for the better part of the month all because he needed a distraction. And then this happens.

"Not just any blood-your blood. I need a sample, will give me your arm?"