Al is having trouble finding the library. In fact, he is having trouble with a lot of things. He has become increasingly dizzy as he moved on. It is so bad that he has bumped into the wall several times now. With a particularly potent burst of fog in his head, he tumbles to the ground. An upheaval of his midsection leaves a pool of bile on the ground. It is streaked with red. Not a good sign at all. -Perhaps I should not have taken that drink.- This last thought leaves him with his consciousness.