I am running towards the Astronomy Tower and up the stairs. Breathing is getting harder and harder, but I need to be in a safe place before I can let myself go. I trip over the last step and fall on the platform, coughing and trying harder. My vision is getting darker.  Panic attack. I. Am. Having. A. Panic. Attack. Attack. Attack. Ron. Attacked me. What if... the others... oh god... what if we were alone... no, no, no... not a friend... wouldn’t do that... Dangerous... such anger... why... what did I do wrong... ruined the evening... 