When I told Flynn about what happened, he said that he'd began to feel weird as they went on for the encore, and by the time he'd gone back to the dressing room and sat down on the sofa, he was passing out.
"It was weird because I was tired, but the last thing I remember was being so thirsty, and my heart was racing. Initially, I just thought it was an adrenaline rush. I'd carried the water bottle from the stage to the dressing room, and I drank all of that, and..." Flynn sat, staring into space, and then looked back at me, confused. "Nothing. I don't know what happened after that."
Flynn stopped his thought and threw his hands up, looking at Lee. "Where the fuck were you?"