Elijah lay there stunned as his Angel walked away.  Perhaps it was a mirage.  Wouldn't be the first time.  Except he had really felt her, really kissed her...hadn't he.<br/><br/>Somewhere deep in his consciousness a small voice tried to be heard, "It's the drug, you need to let the drug wear off, drug stores are more about selling hygienic products than actual drugs these days, unless shampoo is a gateway drug.  Maybe if I buy that girl some shampoo or maybe some drugs, she'll let me eat chocolate off of her..."<br/><br/>Elijah slowly drifted into oblivion.  Luckily this time he was on solid land.  A few good hours of sleep and the effects of the narcotic would leave him in control of his mind again.