Cole passed by the ointment store while walking back to the college campus. He had eczema, so he thought it wouldn't hurt to buy some cream for his condition. He opened the door without looking at the man, and heard a bell ring as it opened. He looked around and started to browse. One jar caught his eye; it was simply labeled "Bliss." He picked it up and went back outside, tapping the man's shoulder. He looked up and smiled. "You'd like to buy it?" Cole nodded. "That'll be $2.45." He dug into his pocket and pulled out the necessary money, thanked the man, and continued on his way to campus. Once he arrived at his dorm, he put his backpack on the floor, sat down on his bed, and opened the jar of ointment. He pulled up his sleeve and rubbed the ointment on a spot of eczema. Immediately, he felt a headache. His IQ was draining. Within seconds, he had lost everything he had studied for.