You can't breathe.

The air around you is thick. Heavy. Closing in. Suffocating. Rowan and Lister are nowhere to be seen as you're pushed under the masses of fans surging forwards to "help".

Rowan got attacked with a brick. A fucking brick. Blood gushing down his forehead and...

A hand trails down your arm. A scream. Another scream. A loud, excitable: "My god- I just touched Jimmy!", followed by more screams, more shouts. A loud, protective: "Don't worry Jim, I'll protect you!" rang out multiple times.

You put your arms over your head, swallowed by the pass of crowds. Your heart's pounding. You're trapped. The world's gonna end. You can't breathe. You can't think.

You eventually get pushed to the edge. Your back hits a wall. The flurry of crowds is still moving, pushing you against the wall, dragging you further right.

You're panicking. Short, quick breaths. Then finally, your hand touches a door handle. Without thinking, you open it and fling yourself into the room, slamming the door behind you. Chest heaving. Head pounding. Heart racing.

You press your back against the door and slide down it to the floor. Someone stands in front of you, hands dripping wet as if they'd just washed them. Well, you were in a bathroom.

You were faced with a girl.