He'd said that he would, hadn't he? And it would be easier, but he just wants to find his stuff without telling his secret to anyone else, dammit. Even if Tucker seems like a decent person ... "Just a moment," he says, renewing his search with a frown. Where the hell is this stuff? He's sure he's in the right section, but none of these labels look right to him. And goddamn his head is suddenly killing him. He can't concentrate. He -

Miles wavers abruptly, having to brace himself against one of the cabinets with a clatter of bottles. Shit. He's long overdue for a seizure by now, but he'd been hoping not to have it happen during the mission, of all times. What were the odds? (Not in his favor, apparently...) He manages a faint, gasping cry before his vision blurs into gibberish and he collapses bodily to the floor, convulsing.