"You're okay," the words spill out as I hold her tight. I need to, before we can do anything else, need this moment to have my arms around her waist and breathe in her hair and know that she's still here and safe.

When I pull back, relief is still bright in my eyes. "I wasn't sure- We didn't make a plan."

For this, I meant. For after and letting each other know that things were okay. Shortsighted, definitely, and it shows just how completely off-guard we were. Back in the Arena we never would have separated without a plan to meet back up.

But this wasn't the Arena. No matter how much it might seem like a part of it right now. The news cameras had been the worst. Knowing that people were watching had just fixed the smile on my face. I'd cooperated with the police and hadn't spoken to the media at their request. I was happy not to, to leave them wondering and without answers. Being on stage was tiring and I didn't want that any longer. "I didn't think the cameras would show up. I never thought they'd leave."