"You sound like a drug addict," Avery replied bluntly. "Looking for another high, even though it'd fuck you up." Maybe she had been drugged, and gone on the most epic acid trip of her life. The possibility crossed his mind, although he'd never say it to her, not when she was so certain of what had happened to her. Maybe she needed a support group and a sponsor to help her stay "sober", so to speak. That Little John, maybe, he seemed to know about shit.