Moving quickly in the minuscule amount of time he had, Norman pulled the small phial from his pocket. Inhaling the life-giving blue powder through the perforated lid, he quickly replaced it in his pocket.

Swiping underneath his nose with the back of his hand, he looked in the rearview mirror to ensure that no traces of the substance remained on his skin. He really didn't look good. White as a sheet and red-eyed, he looked more dead than alive.

Sighing out, he leaned his head back on the seat as the tingling euphoria started to course through his veins. The shaking in his hands was already dying down when he heard the passenger's side door open.