In your car

You stagger to your car, clutching your keys desperately, fighting against the mental fog and overwhelming sense of zen overcoming you. You vaguely hear Adam coming after you, saying something in a tone that might be disappointment or concern? But you ignore it. You turn the ignition and begin wheeling the car out of the driveway. The next person you talk to, you'll be **** to ask that dreaded question - you feel it. The only question is... who?