Smell comes back before your vision does. The air is warm and humid, with the familiar stench of waste water and sewage permeating the air, strong enough that you can taste it in the back of your throat. Usually, it's not too bad: there's time to adjust from the fresh air outside to the cramped, stagnant air of the sewers.

Not today. And worse yet is the smell of fresh bile, strong enough you can practically taste it. The smell is so bad, it makes you want to heave.

It sounds like Pheres is already in the process.

There's spots in your vision, but you're used to the transition of light and dark: already your eyes are adjusting, and you can make out Pheres's outline in front of you. He's hunched over, wheezing, and - oh, gross, he's the cause of the smell.

He's puking all over the ground, and his nice, white shoes.

"BLUH," you say, scampering back.