not long after passing a dry bush, your vision is rendered null and void, and all the grotesque sounds you were hearing beforehand have vanished. you aren't quick to panic, as you interpret this bizarre phenomenon as a result of your spinal column colliding with the dirt. it's normal to black out for a bit amidst these circumstances.

you hear a rustling of fabric in the presumed direction of the law enforcement officer, and soon after something colliding with the dirt. a rhythmic tapping ensues and you hear it growing further for a few seconds before it stops entirely.

cmon just follow me please

sorry i just need a second, just a bit lightheaded

you feign catching your breath for even more seconds, trying to pass off your current experience as something entirely average and familiar to you, and that more than anything else you hold expertise in dealing with the not even that bad amount of stress which has befallen you.

a long moment passes, and your eyes haven't yet found anything

wow sorry man i just cant see right now

Alright I don't know what your deal is but we need you to get the hell out ma'am

the hand around your wrist is felt as fire, and it drags your stumbling feet behind the security team.

you can't let this person recognize the terror you hold in yourself at this given moment, as you can only think of every step bringing you further from a life of consistent sensations