We were somewhere around Christchurch, at the edge of the island, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like,
“I feel a bit light-headed. Maybe you should drive.”
Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screetching and diving around the car… and a voice was screaming,
“Holy Jesus, what are these goddamned animals?”
“Did you say something?”
“Hmm? Never mind. It’s your turn to drive.”
No point mentioning these bats, I thought. The poor bastard’ll see them soon enough.
