<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Air was becoming harder to draw in, her side aching to the point that her crying was both from the ruination of her routines and rituals and the aggravation to her ribs. But the panic attack was in full swing and she couldn’t rein it in. She just wanted her space! Her things! Why had they taken her away from her things?! For one who had exerted such control over her environment and life, this had been the worst day of her life. Herded from one place to another, strange people touching her, being naked in front of strangers. It was a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.<br/><br/><em>Breathe Piper. Stop screaming, count your breaths and then do your numbers. You can’t get control unless you start breathing.</em> What she thought was just her own inner voice whispered through her mind - stern and yet soothing, the same voice that always spoke up when she was losing control. And right on the tail of that voice came another, a strange voice that she did not know, and while her fingers were still coiled into the long lengths of her hair, tugging and yanking on the heavy locks, and she still rocked back and forth, the screaming at least receded to the harsh gasping sobs.<br/><br/>“Don’t want to be here…!” Didn’t matter to her that the man had all but brushed off her words, she still repeated them like a child trying to make adults understand. “Where’s my things? I want to go home!” And it didn’t help that there were people standing around staring at her falling apart though she couldn’t figure out why the agitation was growing from that - didn’t understand that it was Danni growing restless and upset.<br/><br/>The request from the stranger took her awhile to answer, mind frantically trying to find a way to get away from this hell without being touched and yet there was no answer she could find. Finally, a small nod though every inch of her body was tense in anticipation of being touched.</span></div>