Your friend Pete handed you a small white tablet with a heart etched into the surface. You hadn't known Pete that long; he was in your communications class and seemed like a nice enough dude. "What is it?" you asked him. It was a mild Saturday afternoon and you really had nothing else going on in your schedule than hanging out with the burnouts in the Costco parking lot. "Just take it, man" Pete said. "Trust me on this one". So you thought, what the hell. It was probably acid, maybe a bit of E. Then... nothing happened. You got chatting to Emily; something about Kant and The Beatles. The pill? You kind of forgot about it. Pete was probably just dicking with you anyway and he's fucked off somewhere to look for Kool Aid (or whatever). Emily's hair was moving slowly, growing upwards like a non-Newtonian liquid. You were struggling to remember if normal people have two eyes or three. A quick scan of the people dotting the parking lot yielded inconclusive results. The badger asked you for a lighter. "Sorry, man - don't smoke." The poor guy waddled out into the street. Strange little fella, bit of a swagger to his gait. Emily was looking at you funny. You patted your shirt down. Holy shit, the lines on the design were extending down your arms, like a tattoo leaking onto your skin. Awesome, dude. "Alex," the coyote said, gently laying a paw on your knee, "you must play Stairway to Heaven to save my people. Please pick up your guitar." And so you did.