The Party

The PartyAshland frowned, trying to concentrate in the warm emptiness of the thick-carpeted lobby. Obviously he had pressed the elevator button, because he was alone here and the elevator was blinking its way down to him, summoned from an upper floor. It arrived with an efficient hiss, the bronze doors clicked open, and he stepped in, thinking blackout. I had a mental blackout.First the double vision. Now this. It was getting worse. He had blanked out completely. Just where the hell was he? Must...