She was meant to be doing something, wasn't she? What was it again?

Right! She was meant to be getting un-poisoned and then making an antidote for Oliver here. Except, he wasn't here. Sam scratched her head, confused as to where he was gone. Probably a good job she didn't notice he'd scooted back and why, really.

But why was her head still feeling so thick? It was as if someone had poured a load of custard where her brain should be. The thick almost solid sort, not the runny stuff that looked like yellow snot. Her eyes were also still refusing to focus properly. It was making reading the potions recipe rather difficult. She squinted at the board with one eye, finally working out that she needed to do something with the bezoar.

Where did she get one of those then? They didn't seem to be any on her desk. Huh. Did Oliver STEAL them when he disappeared? Fiiiiiine. She supposed she could go get them from the front.

Walking was a thing she could totally do. Just not in a straight line.