Derek had a love/hate relationship with opium. On the one had, it was a wonderful depressant for the senses when one needed to cope with existing in a Boring time. On the other hand, that dulling of the faculties was absolutely maddening, because he needed to be on the move, observing, his mind rebelling at stagnation. The poppy dulled things just enough that it all rested on the very edge of his consciousness, that infinitesimal itch that is just out of reach. Sometimes, it could be ignored. Most of the time, it was just infuriating, so he hadn’t bothered with opium in years.
Later, he’d attribute it to his general drowsiness, but the opium hit and Derek dropped into a drowsy stupor within…a really short amount of time. He dropped, and found himself in a carnival car, the kind you’d find in a rinky-dink amusement park haunted house.