I shrug. “Doubt I have an answer that isn’t cliché as fuck.”She bumps her shoulder into mine. “I don’t doubt it. But this isn’t a literat...re class with a persnickety professor, dude. What’s the first thing that pops into your head?”“I don’t know… stories I guess? Daydreaming?”“Stories?”“I mean visualizing stories. Brail does well enough. That’s not the issue. I can still read, just by touch instead of sight.”“And?”“But the longer you go without sight, the more you… forget. You try and remember. After a few quick bites, and while my freshly caught fish were searing (Vanessa was in charge of the kitchen; yummy), I asked, "Shall I go and get some more animals for you, maybe with the angel's help?" YES!" they screamed - there'd been a lot of screaming today - then started yelling their requests to the angel.When they considered the angel sufficiently instructed, the angel and I left the campsite, me calling out, "Here Skunky, here Skunky."I could pretty much guarantee that there'd be no. The packet of powder he'd slipped into Jerry's drink earlier was making him more and more mentally pliable to his suggestions. Soon, if not already, he would be able to give Jerry a direct command and he would carry it out unquestioningly. But a simple test was now necessary."Take another sip of your drink, Jerry." commanded Vincent.And without hesitation or complaint Jerry quickly complied.Vincent knew he had him now. "Look at the Centaur picture." he told Jerry. "You are utterly and. On Borealis you could eat until you were satisfied, but if you maintain the same dietary habits on Earth, a significant portion of those calories will be converted into fat. Over a long period of time, this fat will accumulate and make you unhealthy, weighing you down, sapping your stamina, and putting you at risk of various diseases. There are two ways to prevent this.”He raised his index finger.“Exercise, if you wish to eat the same amount of food you did on Borealis, you must burn those.