"But that's a very specific word-" Dylan insisted. He was high, there was no doubt about it. Usually the things he said made sense to him, but not at the moment. He was following a thread of conversation that he didn't understand, but had to understand. Why had he loved Hazel the moment he'd first seen him? Why was looking at him enough to improve Dylan's day for hours? Why was the Highway so strange? Why was Dave so strange? "Why would you say that word?"