Oh, Martha, trust the power of television to guide you through this exercise; even Jesse Spano got off the caffeine pills by the end of that episode of Saved by the Bell.
Blake offered a firm nod and bid Martha goodbye for the time being. He hadn't dealt with a mental journey since he'd been home, and even then it had been a very controlled experiment. Since then, he'd been forced into the world of hallucinations thanks to Scarecrow's fear toxin, and while that had provided him ample opportunity to try to control his mental state, it wasn't exactly controlled experimentation either.
No matter. This would be different.
Making the tea didn't require a lot of thought, just some gentle attentiveness. He was required to stir almost the whole time the water was boiling, so he let his mind drift as his eyes followed the swirl of ground root spinning in the pot.
A journey of the mind was generally a powerful experience. Some part of him wondered if Jones could handle it, but to her credit, he'd never seen her mishandle something. Then again, they hadn't spent a lot of time together. In any case, around the time he was putting the tea into a thermos, he decided no matter what, it was only a half hour and they'd eventually dump out the other side no matter what was happening internally.
Blake arrived at the agreed upon destination, and had to admit to himself that his nerves were plaguing him a bit. She realized it was a shared vision, didn't she? He'd have to make sure before passing over a cup.
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Blake offered a firm nod and bid Martha goodbye for the time being. He hadn't dealt with a mental journey since he'd been home, and even then it had been a very controlled experiment. Since then, he'd been forced into the world of hallucinations thanks to Scarecrow's fear toxin, and while that had provided him ample opportunity to try to control his mental state, it wasn't exactly controlled experimentation either.
No matter. This would be different.
Making the tea didn't require a lot of thought, just some gentle attentiveness. He was required to stir almost the whole time the water was boiling, so he let his mind drift as his eyes followed the swirl of ground root spinning in the pot.
A journey of the mind was generally a powerful experience. Some part of him wondered if Jones could handle it, but to her credit, he'd never seen her mishandle something. Then again, they hadn't spent a lot of time together. In any case, around the time he was putting the tea into a thermos, he decided no matter what, it was only a half hour and they'd eventually dump out the other side no matter what was happening internally.
Blake arrived at the agreed upon destination, and had to admit to himself that his nerves were plaguing him a bit. She realized it was a shared vision, didn't she? He'd have to make sure before passing over a cup.