The stage set was ghastly, with Andrew's character being ripped apart before your eyes by monstrous tentacles as you screamed in horror. Distracted, you didn't notice another tentacle slithering out to ensnare your legs and drag you into the gloomy depths.

Suddenly, you emerged from a concealed opening offstage. Andrew hurried over to help pull you out as the other actors continued performing, their agonized yells and shrieks growing too overwhelming. With a slight shake of his head, Andrew gestured for you to accompany him to the green room. The two of you scurried away to take a break, since the cameras had shown your characters being "killed."

You wouldn't be needed on stage again for a while, if at all. Despite this, Andrew flicked on the kettle and turned to you as he grasped two cups.

"Want anything?" he muttered, not making eye contact. "There's stuff for coffee, tea, or lattes if you're interested."