[Please enjoy the horrified expression on Jack's face as a new wave of nausea slams through his gut at that suggestion.

Thankfully he manages to reign in the urge for a repeat puke, but it's a near thing.]

It's. It's been poked. Thoroughly. It's definitely mold.

...can you hallucinate smells? Is that possible?

[He swallows hard]

Yours is fine, though, right? Have you checked it lately? I really hope it's just me...