Possible cures?

[perfectedweapon]

Sherry sat in the driver's seat of her jeep. She glanced over at her passenger

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[smash_stuff]

When he came out of it, he was sitting down. A pleasant change perhaps and at least he recognized the driver. "Sherry..." Her next statement was confusing though and he looked concerned as she was looking for her pills. "Tranquilize you? With what?"

Gah, so sorry lost the link

[perfectedweapon]

She nodded to the glove box. "There's a tranq gun in there." She took one of the pills.

"Sorry, I, I'm just stressed. It's not you so don't worry, and not your other half either."