The miasma was poisonous and they didn't have enough oxygen masks. When Zac mentioned that one of the girls in the group wasn't wearing clothes, I didn't think much of it. I assumed it was a life-or-death situation and the girl had used her clothes as a makeshift mask—a perfectly reasonable explanation.
No matter how many times I called the police or fire department for help, they all said there was no danger and warned me that if I kept filing false reports, they would arrest me. I had no choice but to leave the concert halfway through and drive there alone, thinking only of rescuing Zac as soon as possible.
This dangerous rescue prevented me from ever standing on a stage again. It left terrible burn scars on my face and caused damage to many of my bodily functions.
The phone rang again, but it wasn't Zac. "Ms. Silva, I've found what you asked for. That day, the police and fire department did respond several times, but there was no actual danger. What they found instead was … Zac and Carmen having sex in the cave. They even warned the police to mind their own business. Here are the records and photos from that time."