Dull mourning
Fog: It seems the effect is ending. Breath deeper, Feather, everything's gonna be fine.
Task: Go through the basement.
Bill: It seems the effect is ending. Breath deeper, Feather, everything's gonna be fine.
Jack: Did you come to your senses? Feather, are you sick or what? We should hurry up and do something with your unstoppable urge to push everything pushable and touch everything touchable.
Bill: Look who’s, talking, Jack. If someone is at fault here, it’s me. We should have been walking in pairs. I had a feeling it would end this way.
Jack: By the way, our victim was screaming as loud as possible. So it’s not your fault, Bill. Someone should just clean their ears better.
So that’s who was calling you from the stairs with a familiar voice. It was not Matt, it was Jack.
Jack: All right, Feather, how are you feeling? Fine? Good. By the way, you’re not the only one with this problem. Jim is treating a couple of other curious poor blighters. They’ve had such visions, you wouldn’t believe.
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Jack: Matt has increased the concentration of nitrogen oxide, added something else (I still didn’t figure out what) so you got carried away into the wonderful world of colorful. We’re lucky not all boxes were activated, because some of them were spreading gas right into the ventilation. We could have all gotten our share of it.
