(If that is where the bottles came from he is going to find someone else's hat and eat it.)

Once they're outside, Terrence makes his way to Simone. Rather quietly: "Miss Burr, are you alright?"

"I--" Wow there is no good answer here is there. "...I think I will be?"

Terrence nods and hands her a handkerchief.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... how long was I out?"

O_o

Jing Yi is making no jokes about Oscar's tendency to fall asleep during plays. Because he values his life. He is just going to stand next to Simone and try and give off an Aura of Supportiveness.

"What's the last part you remember?"

"The lights dimming. I guess none of you noticed, huh."

Either nobody noticed or they're hiding something from him.

Thank you Terrence, thank you Jing Yi. "I didn't notice at all, no, but I'm not sure I would have."

Terrence is curious but naturally a bit distracted, glancing at the entrance. Things seem to have calmed down? Maybe? "Excuse me," he says, and heads back inside.

"People usually watch the stage and not the audience, Oscar."

Terrence what are you doing. Stop. Why.

"So I was unconscious... for more than an hour, and none of you did anything."

"In our defense, you were unconscious quietly."

Oscar is possibly seriously ill, and he could have been hurt by any of the spectators, and nobody seems to care.

Jing Yi please just stop helping.

"I... didn't notice you being unconscious at all?" she says instead of that, with the uncertainty of someone who was not really paying attention to Oscar and whether or not he was conscious.

The police arrive and enter the building.

Well, that's fast and convenient.

"You didn't miss much," he says in a tone he hopes is reassuring. "The second half was almost totally unintelligible..."

"See, the problem is that being unconscious is bad for you. Also if I didn't miss much why did a riot erupt?"

"Excellent question."

He thinks if he saw it... maybe he'd feel better. The thought makes him sick to his stomach, but it can't be worse than everyone keeping something from him, something important he needs to see for himself.

"I'm going to suggest that seeing that the police are here to arrest rioters and at least one of us had a medical incident, now might be a good time to leave-- and I can retrieve Terrence and stop him from falling in love with the playbill or whatever it is he is doing in there. That acceptable to everyone?" Even if he does kind of want to know what happened next but-- He is not going to be around the improvised weapons, thank you.

"Works for me." Let us away from the police.

Sal feels twitchy and uncomfortable and she can't stop thinking about how much she wants to finish watching the end of the play.

Out of the corner of his eye, Oscar sees an image he can't quite place but that makes him sick to his stomach.