“I exercise. Do yoga. Daily affirmations. Therapy. I take cases. And I take a heavy course of anti-anxiety meds, anti-depressants and antipsychotics. When I was trapped in the lighthouse with Raylan, I was in fullblown benzo withdrawal. I’ve searched this whole town - every crevice of every house - for something to take the edge off. Not so much as half a Valium in the whole place. But this place? This place had a formidable stash of sedatives. Benzos, barbiturates, ‘Z’ drugs, diphenhydramine…” He glanced around, then shifted position on the edge of the bed to face Tim slightly, taking his shaking hand from his pocket to gesture. “I checked everywhere we found some yesterday but they didn’t refill. So I’m checking… everywhere else. Everywhere,” he added, the last word in a dramatic whisper, accompanied by a sweeping hand gesture before he hopped off the bed and went back to the wardrobe, pulling open a drawer full of socks, pulling all the socks out and dropping them on the floor, then shoving it shut again.