Viper sat in the living room, eyes wide and body shaking as he stared into oblivion. The others were surrounding him while Elliot tried to talk to him.
"He's still unresponsive," Elliot whispered to Lance.
"What happened to him?" Lance asked, clicking his tongue in angst. "He suddenly screamed and there was a lingering poison seething in the air that felt like it suffocated me."
"Same here," Connor joined their whispered conversation. "My intoxication was purified for some reason, and I suddenly became sober."
"Flo?" Elliot called for the girl. "Come here for a moment."
They walked to the side of the window, with Elliot asking her, "Were there times that Viper was like this?"
Florencia thought for a moment. She scrunched her forehead, trying to pinpoint a memory where Viper acted like this, but failed. "No. I have never seen him act like this before."
