Clearly it was the booze. Or thedream. Or that fucked up date or the pills, or... At this he was suddenlysized by something: a great groaning throb of... mingled things that madehim clutch his stomach and almost throw back into the cushions of thecouch. A second such convulsion following, he groaned before staggeringup - his phone falling back onto the couch as he staggered to thebathroom, his passage knocking over a stack of cards that he had brieflyamused himself with before settling on. "All induced, and all, but all, false. Of course such powerful substances are addictive, and over a lifetime highly toxic." Holmes smiled warmly, "Which is one of the real reasons for the gloves - protection." There are other reasons for the gloves? I thought they protected the image." Pearson asked."Protection from that applied to the false icons, and as weapons. The gloves gave you have been impregnated on the outer layer with one extract at high dose. Held over the face so the victim has to. We managed to pour oil on these troubled waters somewhat, by pointing out that by shopping around on the internet she could fly from Southampton to Edinburgh in less time than it takes to drive to London, which is approximately a sixth of the distance, and for much less than a return train ticket would cost.Anyway, with Tom and Becky’s acceptance of the move, the logistical planning could begin, a process which was greatly expedited by Tom’s employers’ wish to see him settled in as soon as. . Oh, Ben..." It's funny how once you get into a lie ... they keep compounding, one stacking on top of another like a house of cards ... until one of them gets knocked down and the whole thing collapses." You're going to be so angry with me," she blubbered. "I'm so sorry ... This isn't how it was supposed to turn out." She sobbed. "And, now I'm in trouble with Paul..."He sat on the sofa. "Molly -- Does this have to do with Brittney?" Yes," she sobbed. "You're going to yell at me..." I'm not.