Chris didn't hear-or, thankfully, smell any of this, at the point when the philosophers' stone came into use Chris was already passed out due to the force of the spell he'd just used. He eventually came around, missing all the drama and the conversation between Ptricia and Reizu. He was still dazed though and stumbled to his feet, falling over onto the TV couch mumbling something distinctly like "The looser the waistband, the deeper the quick...sand...*yawn*..." He sits up, rubbing his head blearily. "Ugh." He glances at Ptricia and sighs. "So everything went alright then. That's a relief."<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "I've got to clean up, and find some incense burners to clear the last of the smell."</div></blockquote><br/>Chris reached over into his guitar case and pulled out some small portable burners and a pack of sticks. Lighting them he inhaled the scent deeply and visibly started to relax and look healthier. "Ahhhh. That's the stuff." The incense was a special blend used to suppress Drage trances, as too long a period of time in the trance could cause permanent physical and mental damage. He shakes his head and stands up, a distant expression on his face. "Alright then." He turned to his band members. "We may have a bigger fight to fight now-but we're free of one hell of a curse, and it should be easier now. But in order to get to the top we have to start at the bottom. We need to start playing gigs and maybe record a demo to grab some label attention. If we can get featured in NME, Kerrang or the like that'll get us good exposure. But most importantly-where do we start?"