Gunther simply quivered as he stood in the void, looking at the dark shapes around him.  "This is it, isn't it?  I've gone completely and utterly sideways haven't I?"  He asked the figures, a few minutes past the time for terror.  He'd had hallucinations before, but never one this vivid and insane, not even that time he'd taken a hit of acid.  "Thorazine, Prolixin, Trilofon, Compazine" He began to chant softly, making up a wishlist of pills he wanted to take as soon as he came down from his delusion enough to get into his office.<br/><br/>He still had about half of that bottle of vodka Ignatius had given him, that would wash down the pills really good.  Then he'd go to bed, and sleep out the rest of the storm.  He closed his eyes and smiled, carefully and deliberately counting in an attempt to wait out the hallucination.<em>One one-thousand, Two one-thousand, Three one-thousand..</em>.