After the White Queen snapped her fingers and made an awful situation a hundred times worse, Louis finally wakes up. He'd been lying where Michonne had placed him, wounds quietly healing. He wakes up with a start, gasping and flailing his arms, heart pounding in his chest. The last thing he remembered was being dove on by an outrider- and his flight or fight is still very much in gear.

He glances around him, finding himself in the ballroom- with a distinct lack of outriders or... a lot of people if he's honest. His brow furrows- concern starting to filter into his consciousness as he steadies his breathing, his eyes finally dropping on Clem. Well. He found her. Or she found him.

"W-what in the holy fuck happened?"