What did Sipara say? You're close enough to the phone to snatch it up, and you type in her number even as you keep talking. "I didn't drink honey," you protest, "here - ask Sipara --"

The sudden movement has left your head spinning, and the spike of adrenaline is not playing nice with your system: instead of leaving you clear-headed, it's just making you nauseous and sweaty-palmed, so that it's sheer luck that you don't drop the phone.

Thank heavens for moirails. Sipara picks up after the first ring, still miraculously awake, and you hiss at her, frantic as you stab the speaker button: "Explain why I'm sparking!"