There is no way Megan is going to wake up by noon, and considering she was out last night until six in the morning, she's still not up by the time the matches ("matches") begin. But her phone keeps going off, a constant buzz of incoming text messages and missed calls. By five, she finally gets up and starts checking her messages and is horrified by what she sees. Her blood turns to ice and she drops her phone. What?

She keeps watching, crying and rapidly becoming hysterical, texting people back an endless variation on what the fuck. By the time the rioters storm the Arena, her mind isn't made up; it's when she sees a video of a kid being sprayed in the face with mace that she decides to get dressed and go. She can help; she has to.