The smell of fresh coffee brewing got his attention.
"Mmmm, this will be good." he siad to himself as he went downstairs.
He desided that he would mix it in with some coffee and drink some, just too see what would happen. After all, he has had worse.
He reached the living room and turns the corner to find the coffee is already brewed. Mom must have set it to automatic.
He pours a glass for himself, and his soon to be awake mother, and then poor's the vial into the right cup.
He then feel's a little queasy and goes to the bathroom.
After taking care of business in there, Chris felt better, and he went down to get his cup.
Only to find that the right cup is missing....
"Mourning hon," He hears his mother's pleasant voice "Thanks for pouring the coffee, it tastes even better than normal!"
His heart skips a beat.
Chris turns the corner and finds his mother sitting down at the table, wearing her light blue bathrobe, and drinking the spiked coffee.
"Um, hey mom..." he says awkwardly.
He goes back into the kitchen and looks at the vial...