The sun peeking through the shades was Rakesh’s alarm to rise. He sat up and stretched before noticing a small vial of bubblegum pink liquid on the bedside table, a note attached to the neck of it by a bit of twine.

“Drink me.” Rakesh read with a chuckle. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

As he drank, Rakesh was pleasantly surprised that it did, indeed, remind him of bubblegum. He emptied the contents and felt a rush of energy course through him. He vaulted out of bed and to ...