So we drank it—the two of us. Ellie drank it first and acted like it tasted good. I followed. And it wasn’t half bad.
When we woke up the next morning, everything was different. We could see the future. We could see the past. We could see everything.
You might say, “Why did you drink a bat?” Or, “Who would do that?”
But we weren’t thinking about it at the time. It’s like being on a fast train that crashes and someone asking you why you didn’t jump before it crashed.
You wouldn’t jump because you couldn’t jump. It was going too fast.
And you didn’t know the crash was coming, so why would you?