Lind felt like never moving again. He was fairly certain he should be dead. In fact, having been dead before, he was safe in saying that death was preferable to his current state.
"I will never drink again." Lind had memories of being drunk before but for some reason, this particular session was far worse than any in his memory. He actually wished the storm outside would kindly buzz off and lightning could just be banished for all time.
Where did the locals put all that alcohol?
"I think Ireland's greatest people were reborn enmasse here." Lind froze. His muddied mind had just pulled a detail from Earth he never could before. Science, his office work, a few names, but a lot was still lost to him.
The moment he thought about the alcohol and his hangover, he pictured coasts, green fields, and laughter flowed from his mind.
