“There is much you'll need to know,” Oak told me, “And little time to tell it. I'm afraid this wont be pleasant.” He placed a bowl in my hands, then his hands on my forehead.
Oak coughed gently, and the bottom fell out of my world. For a second I felt I was plummeting through space before jolting back into my seat. Nausea flooded through my body and I vomited into the bowl.
“Just rest a moment,” he said, taking the bowl from me. “It'll pass soon enough.”
After a moment he spoke again. “Close your eyes and imagine yourself in a meadow.”
