"So you're a Marillion fan, too?" you ask the voice, intrigued.
It doesn't answer for a moment, then replies, "But you sleep like a ghost with me. It's as simple as that. So tell me I'm mad. Roll me up and breathe me in. Come to my madness. My opium den. Come to my madness. Make sense of it again."
You feel a sensation like heavy smoke filling the air. You feel drowsy and drugged. You fall to the ground, unconscious.
When you wake up...
Eat the Plum