The tone of her voice makes him really want to go with her - to just do whatever she wants. Yet, as he allows her to slowly pull him back towards the dancefloor, he can't help but make connections to past events. This isn't the first time he's dealt with a feeling like this.

It felt so similar, back at the Celebration. It had been so relaxing, so tempting to just drift off into his own world. So much so that he'd spent days without checking in on his dad, so compelling that they had nearly forgotten each other - and when he found his dad again, the vampires had almost gotten to him. It was almost too late.

He wishes that his dad was still here. Greg would know what to do, he always seemed to know what to say. What had he done before? Steven hadn't noticed that something was wrong until Lars came and helped him, and Lars is gone, too. But...

Connie is here. Connie is still here with him, and he can't let her down.

He sniffles, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape onto his cheek, thinking about all that. His other hand tightens around hers. They're already bad on the dancefloor, but he's not dancing.

"Connie... We... We have to stop. Something is wrong."