Harmony had been antsy all day, to the point where the college kids that he'd been hanging out with had kicked him out of their room because he was winding them all up and they hadn't been able to study.
He'd trekked back to his room above the club but it had been quiet at the time and he'd ended up playing some of their club records in his record player in his room, the volume and bass up while he lay on his back and thought he saw the colours of his ceiling move. The hallucinations became stronger somehow, less his own as the evening came close and the club below him started to open.
He went down and joined the early clubbers for a while, finding someone who sucked a violent hickey against his neck but who made him panic and leave the club in haste, fighting thoughts that fluttered like dark bats in his mind, ones that he couldn't pin down.
He felt it as soon as he left the club and followed the feeling of home, safe, sanctuary like Alive wandering further down the rabbit hole.