"I-I th- that pastry had moon sugar, I didn't know." Fendros managed to reply. It was the last he could interact with the world before it seemed to close in and become hard to see, then to hear, then to smell. Eventually he couldn't even feel. Well, he could, but it was as if he had forgotten how to discern textures. But for all the fear he had anticipated, he seemed to just float in space for a while, completely relaxed. He was so relaxed he couldn't move at all. He just slumped forward. Even though he could hardly feel anything, he felt warm and comfortable. The whole experience became pleasurable. He lost track of time, but it must have been a few minutes that he was in that state.

Back on conventionally perceived Mundus, the pack observed Fendros to take care of him. For the first few minutes, it seemed benign. Though he didn't respond to much, he just seemed to sit leaning on his knees with his head slumped forward. The vendor, still looking mortified, understood that Ahnasha was informed of the substance but wanted to take responsibility for what he had done. "I am so, so sorry. I will wait here until he recovers."

Unfortunately, the high was short lived. Things started to take a turn when Fendros' sense of touch came back. A tingling all over his body became a full-on crawling. He itched his arm with one hand, and the crawling spread and intensified. He felt as if he was covered in eels and ants and kwama. He felt like some of them were burying into his skin. His breathing sped up and he began to swat and swipe at random places of his body. "Ahnasha!" He shouted beyond where his senses were clouded, "Get them off!"

At the shouting, the rest of the pack moved in. Fendros had started itching and hitting himself in such a way that it looked like he might hurt himself. Janius caught one of Fendros' hands, twisted it, and pinned him to the ground. The vendor moved in to help, but Janius put up one hand "Hold on, stay back. He's stronger than he looks." Despite Janius' words, Fendros didn't appear to struggle directly against him, but he was clearly still distressed. "Come on, Fendros, back to the real world now, come on." Janius hit Fendros lightly on the cheek a few times with the back of his free hand to snap him out of it. There wasn't any clear signs of him recovering, so Janius looked up at Ahnasha, "How long does this part generally last?"