It leaked from the tube, a greenish mist that had a foul, rancid smell to it. It occurred to her that she should not be inhaling it and that perhaps this little bit of chemistry should have been done under the hood-vent. This, of course, came to her too late. She’d already sniffed in the unstable fumes from her newest reaction and her head was beginning to swim. In a swoon too deep to pull out of, the chemist hit the floor with a SMACK, her vile of misty green puffing away like the awkward caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland.