When I come to I'm not in the same place I was before. I'm lying on the cold floor of what looks like a back stage area with Layla sitting next to me. She sees that I'm awake.
"Oh my gods, Cait, are you ok?" I give her a slight nod before trying to sit up. She's quick to help me. I faintly hear voices and cheering coming from behind a red velvet curtain. The most familiar voice I hear is Mark's.

"Anyway, for those who saw us before coming to this panel, you would have seen a girl collapsed right in front of us." I knew by us he was meaning Jack too and he was talking about me collapsing. "Good news is she's in the back with a friend of hers and I'm told she's awake." How does he know I'm awake? I look at Layla for help but she's just as confused as me.

I see a stage hand came over to help me up and to escort us onto the stage. I grip onto Layla as tightly as I can. My legs wobble before even seeing how many was in the crowd. I'm instantly blinded by the lights as we step out. I have to squint to even be able to see Mark and the others in front of me.

The sheer amount of people in the crowd doesn't surprise me since it's one of Mark's panels but it still terrifies me. I feel the blood run from my face and my body starts to tense up. I feel like I'm choking. I have trouble breathing, but I see Mark walk over in our direction.
"Everything's ok. How are you feeling?" Once again I feel his energy wash over me. I feel light head but calm.
"I'm fine, I guess." I mumble, pretty much to myself as I try not to look at him. I'd be surprised if Mark even heard me.