Sandy took the drink and sipped it, numb to the taste now. It was just more fluid on her stinging tongue.

When it was over she held up a finger in the air and twirled it remarking dryly "Yay, I'm more paranoid and might live one day longer then all the other times I've died."

Really she couldn't see the point of it.

"I get it, you were worried. You didn't want me to go away forever. But there had to be a better way to do it." The thought was appreciated, but the method was not.