Hyperspace

Its 4:03 in the morning and the city is a ghost town. The light from the street lamps lights up the windshield of the car momentarily, and then fades back into the darkness. Over and over, this happens again and again making a steady optic rhythm.
It was right about now that I was regretting taking that hit of Salvia. I knew it would lose effect by the time we reached our destination, but that didn’t make me any less fearful and confused as why we were traveling through hyperspace. The car was pulling so many G’s that I was stuck to the back of the seat. On second thought if were traveling at the speed of light then we should reach our destination in a matter of nanosecond, and I would still be tripping balls by the time we got there. I hoped we were going to take the long way.
“Jessa, relax, and don’t fight the trip” the eyes in the rearview mirror spoke to me. They were piecing yellow beads whose gaze shot right through me.
Finally I gained enough strength to speak. “What the fuck did you give me?”
I felt a thousand pins touch my hand. To my surprise he was griping my hand trying to give it a gentle squeeze, though I couldn’t really move my head to look, I knew he was staring at me. I was floating through space in the backseat seat of a `95 Protégé.