Arthur felt the sight take his breath away, as screams echoed from around them, as unaware people panicked at the sight of the enormous gas cloud engulfed the buildings that lined the street and originated from the Shakespearian attraction.
The image of Feliciano screaming filled the agent's minds, as they remembered what the gas had done to him, after only twenty minutes of exposure. They knew that they needed to act, now.

Alfred silently thanked god as he remembered the gas masks that Gilbert had issued them earlier this morning, and that they had survived the fall, Alfred took he and Alfred's masks out of his small backpack, and handed one to Arthur.
Even though the stood mere metres away from the cloud of thick fog-like gas, they could still feel its chemical properties sting their throats.

"Remind me to thank Gilbert…" Arthur muttered as he placed the small clear plastic mask over his mouth and nose, breathing heavily and frowning at the odd taste of the filtered air.

"We've got to work on crowd control, we have twenty minutes before they've been exposed as long as Feli," Alfred explained.

"Those monsters… this is a fucking family attraction, there are families here!" Arthur hissed, "Let's pray that there's not a school excursion going on right now!"

Immediately Alfred and Arthur jumped into action, ushering the crowds away, and reminding people to call the police and get themselves away from the area as the gas expanded, covering the entire area, making it difficult to see past their hands. Arthur watched as Alfred ushered away a mother and a child, before turning around to tell a group of young girls to put their phones away and get out. It was then that Arthur heard screams coming from inside of the globe theatre itself, and he realised that even more people must have been trapped inside of the attraction.

"Alfred, we need to go inside!" Arthur called, noticing the increasing police presence gathering around the area. Arthur reached out and travelled through the gas, before grabbing Alfred's arm, noticing the red and blue lights flashing behind him.

"Do you think the police have gas masks on?!" Alfred asked.

"Shit!" Arthur hissed, "Ok, I'll go speak to the police, get as many people out of the globe as you can! I'll join you soon!"

"Right!" Alfred replied as he and Arthur separated, before he could break into a run Alfred turned around, wanting to tell Arthur something along the lines of 'good luck' or even 'be careful'. However, the Brit had disappeared into the foggy gas. Alfred turned back around and ran into the globe theatre, passing some people who had managed to escape. As soon as he stepped through the doors, he could hear people wheezing and panicking as they breathed in the gas, Alfred was shocked at the state of them, as they hadn't even been exposed for more than five minutes. Alfred knew that he had fifteen minutes left to get these people out, otherwise they'd end up as bad as Feliciano. It took Alfred a couple of minutes to hook people's arms over his shoulders, and lead them out of the gift shop and café area. As soon as he'd guide someone past the front doors, he'd give them a tap on the shoulder and tell them to run to the light and that help is here. He watched as the number of people lessened, the ones who were left's conditions became worse and worse, to the point where Alfred wondered whether the hallucination process had begun, he glanced at his watch and noted: ten minutes of exposure renders hallucinations.
As he helped the last person out of the gift shop, Alfred couldn't help but think and imagine the pain that Feliciano must have been feeling, as these citizens were visibly terrified and afflicted after only exposure for a couple of minutes.
Alfred returned to the gift shop and café, searching for anyone who may have been on the floor before moving through the entrance doors to the museum.
Alfred was amazed by the wonder of the museum, but shocked at the state it was in.

The museum entrance was dark and decorated by red walls and red carpet, the first thing he noticed was a large timeline of Shakespeare's life time and literary works spanning across the entire wall. The gas was floating along the floor and running up the walls like a group of spiders, sending shivers down Alfred's spines. As he walked further down the hall he noticed the collections of Shakespearian artefacts and costumes on display, accompanied by knee-height plaques that Alfred struggled to avoid banging his knee into, he knew that this could come to be a hazard in his situation.

Alfred shivered when the noise of a child screaming rocketed through the exhibit, the noise forced Alfred to break into a run, flipping a switch in the American's compassionate heart.

"HOLD ON!" Alfred screamed as he ran down the angular hallway, before reaching a set of polished wooden steps, the child's screams echoed from the large stage area of the exhibit, where the area was decorated as mock-forest based on Midsummer Night's Dream, with paper vines and flowers hanging from the light, and nature themed seating before a small stage. "HANG ON! HELP IS COMING!"

Alfred ran around the area, noticing figures running in the gas around him, however, right now Alfred's priorities laid with trying to find the child that screamed. As if timed, everyone in the room began to scream as the hallucinations settled in. Alfred looked at his watch and felt his heart drop as he noticed that it had nearly been twenty minutes. Finally, he noticed something on the floor before him, a small figure was curled into a ball at his feet, and was so small: the American would have stepped on them. Alfred bent down and looked closer, realising that it was a child, it was then that Arthur's voice chimed through his head…

'This is a family attraction'

Alfred finally realised what this meant, this child may be one of many, perhaps not even the youngest in the attraction, and he hadn't checked the actual Globe Theatre yet; he could only imagine how many families would be there. Alfred looked down at the child and analysed them, he assumed that she was a girl, seeing as how she was dressed in pink, and there was a matching pink bow in her brown hair. Her amber eyes were wide and her teeth chattered with fear. Alfred felt her arms tense as he patted her, before scoping her into his arms, he made sure to cover her face with his jacket, giving her something to breathe into.

"EVERYONE WHO CAN HEAR ME! FOLLOW MY VOICE! COME HERE!" Alfred screamed so loudly, his lungs begun to hurt, he could hear people moving around him and he knew he had caught their attention. However… it was obvious that the ones whose hallucinations had made them scream were too far from saving, Alfred would have to come back for them. Quickly, he began to run up the polished stairs, careful to not trip and fall.

Alfred ran quickly through the exhibit, feeling the exercise make him fight to breathe the filtered air through the gas mask. He realised that by now, the twenty minute mark must have passed: and everyone who was left in the theatre was in a dangerous situation. Alfred had run too fast, and hadn't noticed the knee-height plaque, as it sent the American and the child tumbling to the floor. Alfred gasped when he felt the elastic strap that held his mask to his face snapped as his face rubbed the floor. "SHIT!"

Despite this, Alfred didn't want to stop, he could hear people in the hallway, and those who were still rational enough to hear him needed him more than he needed that mask.

"THIS WAY!" Alfred called as he rose from the floor, picking up the child again, "FOLLOW MY VOICE! YOU'RE NEARLY OUT!"
Alfred couldn't fight his burning lungs anymore, and took in a breath, feeling the chilling and bitter chemicals sting his throat and lungs.
Suddenly he could see the light of day, as the gas had begun to clear out of the café and gift shop. Alfred fell to his knees and he let the child out of his hands, and pointed towards the door.
"There…"
The child was waddled out of Alfred's arms, before running towards the door, leading the adults that followed her.

Alfred would have left too, however, he knew that there were people still in there, and he wasn't going to stop until he had done everything physically possible to help them.
He mentally noted that his countdown had begun, until he put his mask on, he was in just as much danger as the people within the theatre.

Alfred ran back into the hallway, pressing the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose, using it as a temporary mask. His eyes scanned the foggy floor as he searched for his mask, still hearing the screams echo from the theatre bellow, and he dreaded the fact that he hadn't even made it to the outdoor theatre yet. Alfred held back his gasp as he fell to his knees and picked up the cracked gas mask in his hands, Alfred cursed as he threw it to the ground, his heart filling with dread.

Alfred was now faced with a dilemma, he knew that if he ran now, he would forever regret leaving those people behind… if he could get just one more person, he would have saved just one more person…
Alfred then decided that he would do one more run to the mock forest, and grab as many people as he could before escaping himself, it would be worth it in the long run, and he won't be exposed to I.V.A.N for long enough to do any damage.

As he ran towards the stairs, Alfred was careful to time his breathing, and only breathe when it was absolutely necessary, and this took a toll on Alfred's head, making it ache and pound in pain. Despite how hard Alfred tried to remain focussed, the pain in his head and the gas in his lungs disorientated him, however the screams from the area below drove him to continue, he couldn't give up, not now. Alfred struggled to stand and he leant on the wall before the stair case, however, he took one lazy step forward and sent himself tumbling down the wide staircase, rolling and tumbling as he knocked his head multiple times on the polished wood. Alfred's eyes blurred from the impact and stung from the chemicals, as he struggled to rise from the floor, he couldn't see his hands on the floor through the thick blanket of gas. Alfred covered his mouth with his hand after he took a deep breath, terrified of the risk he was taking. Alfred rose to his wobbly knees, feeling the gas begin to take its toll of Alfred's body as he searched for people who had been trapped in the gas for half an hour now. All that he could think about was the horror that Feliciano went through, and became terrified of the idea of others, even himself, suffering through it too.

Alfred didn't know whether the figures running through the fog were others or products of his imagination. Alfred began to panic as he dreaded the idea of regretting his choice. He is supposed to be a hero, not a victim… He is supposed to be helping people escape this horror and not become trapped in it himself. Thoughts of self-doubt and pain echoed through his head. He writhed in his failures, the thoughts emotionally crumbling him and hindering his search for survivors. What the hell was he thinking? Thinking that he could redeem himself after letting Matthew die… He wasn't a hero, he wasn't worthy of anything, and the weight of these thoughts began to crumble him.

Alfred panicked when he realised that his nightmare was beginning, he had made a mistake… he shouldn't have come back, he should have been satisfied with the work he had done, he could have helped more if he had returned to Arthur. But now all he could do was regret his decision as he delved into a world of nightmares that not even Shakespeare could create…