“Here, I brought you this,” Clara said, holding up a syringe. “Nanaline. Sprite said it was the best thing for you. She gave me three to take with. She didn’t know how much to give you, but she said you would know how much your body could handle.”

“I can handle two right now,” he said, drawing in a deep breath. “Thanks,” he said, taking the first and injecting it into his neck. He closed his eyes, a warming sensation flooding his body. Clara handed him a second. This he injected half into each thigh.

“Are you ready to go?”