As I walked out the door, I pretended nothing had happened. But as soon as they stepped outside the audience, Joan exploded with indignation.

- That's it, I've had enough! I'm not going to take it anymore. Either you tell me right now what's going on, or you can no longer pretend to be my friend. If you're going to quit, it doesn't make any sense anyway.

At Joan's attack, my face showed something between tired and doomed. I understood that my behavior was unbearable, and my friend deserved an explanation. But where to start, and is it even worth telling someone about what happened?

Ackles snorted contemptuously, without waiting...