She opened the box, shook the thing out. Didn’t feel any different than any other pill. Tiny little reflections of the snack bar lights in the deep glossy black. "Don’t bother," she said, putting it on her tongue and washing it down with half a short cup of black coffee Burton had left on the table. "Wish it meant somebody in Belgium could tell me where the fuck I am," she said. "In terms of all the rest of it, I mean."