"I think the pollen is starting to wash out for me. At least, I see a bunch of little blurs now instead of one big blur." Is it a little less green around here? Could it be smooth sailing the rest of the way? Presley decides to summon a speck of optimism. He takes the vape back from Winter, and appears to be smiling for the first time since this entire hell night started. "Exactly what are we looking for, in terms of supplies?"