Gray

Scarborough Bluffs was deserted save for a few ravens that hopped around, curiously eyeing the new arrivals.  The cold north wind blew vicious and fast.   The group was just finishing unloading their bus of belongings and loading all of it into the Berg-Versteck.  They gathered in the main room of the mountain lodge, near the enormous fireplace, and Ralf began tending to the beginnings of a fire.  Klaus was not being very talkative.  Normally this wouldn't have fazed any of his band mates but considering the recent turn of events, they wanted to make sure he hadn't gone all Syd Barrett acid casualty on them, so Florian sat next to him for a not so subtle intervention-esque psycho-check-in.

     "Hey, Klaus, old boy," began Florian, "How you faring, mate?  Need a joint?  You know, you don't seem to be coming down all that merrily...you okay?"

Klaus slowly rotated his head and seemed to hear the last bit.

"Huh.  Yeah.  A joint.  Sure.  I'm okay," he mumbled,  "...gray.  It's gray. You're gray.  I thought it would stop when we were done tripping but it isn't..." and Klaus unknowingly began weeping.

Ralf had the fire started and it crackled comfortingly in the quiet hall. 

Florian pulled out a decent sized spliff and fired it up.  The three of them passed it around and Florian put his hand on Klaus' shoulder.

"This should help, pal.  This shit is from Maui, and boy wowee is not a good enough descriptor." Florian said, passing the spliff to Klaus, who seemed to be cheering up.  He sniffed.

     "I hope I am not colorblind forever!" he said and took and enormous pull off the joint.  Immediately he began choking and coughing emphatically, spittle flying, careening off the chair he was on and lurching sideways.  A bright yellow explosion of stars went off in his field of vision as he began to pass out.  Got. To. Stop--Coughing! he thought.  Then he thought, hey, yellow. 

Then Klaus passed out from coughing and fell over on to the Berg-Versteck's sandy stone floor, cracking his noggin real hard.

"Wow.  Well then," said Ralf.  He bent down and picked up the joint from the floor, dusted it off briefly and took a pull, "you guys know CPR?" he joked, and snorted.