The palicaine had kicked in and it was going to be a bad trip. Dulina knew that the more she took the drug, the more the odds of a bad trip increased, but she needed the escape. Lately, the stresses of….well, the pressures she felt….no, the efforts she had made without a positive result….yeah, yes…that was what it was. She had worked hard and not received any good feedback! That drove her to this trip. Like usual, the guilt and paranoia came on quick, but the real danger had yet to show itself. She hoped it would be something besides the usual self-deprecation. "This is the last time I'll put myself through this." She swore once again.