He knew it was here somewhere, he felt it calling to him, a magnetism tugging at his bones.
His feverish thoughts were spinning rapidly, rushing to catch up with the pounding of his heart.
His blood itched with a yearning, a need. He was going to die if he didn’t get it soon.
He had searched for hours, would search forever, all for that small packet of fine brown powder, that brown sugar, his only salvation.