You're kneeling in your living room and your hands are fisted in your hair. You're staring blankly at the collection of notes in front of you on the floor. C: This and C: That and C: 804. You're confused, and you're panicked, and you can't remember who C is or why you have all these papers in front of you, but you know you SHOULD remember. That it's important.
You scream, loud and long, and you're glad no one on this floor cares about anyone's pain, no one will hear, no one will know.