Phantom Hollow slow news day

Titmouse didn't know where he was. The last time he'd taken any opiates had been at least a day ago, probably much more — and the last thing he remembered was the strong sense that he was alone. That not even the spirits of the woods were watching him. He was talking to Maegi but she wasn't Maegi - she was the winter, or some vague concept that was fading in the daylight. He was waking up with a throbbing headache, a dry mouth, all those things typically associated with the day after except that his binging had taken on a life of its own. His skin was crawling. He wasn't numb anymore — but his face didn't hurt, having healed a while ago.

He was addled. All he wanted to do was go home, but - the longer he was awake, the more he realized that home was wherever Maegi was. And she wasn't in the woods right now.