I was more worn out that night than I think I'd been since working the hayfields during the summers as a teenager with my family. We walked in silence for much of the walk back, absorbing and processing what we could from the day's events. When we arrived at the hotel we ate without enthusiasm, some not able to finish their meals. Morale was low. We debated, "Do we leave? Are they going to just arrest everybody left in the city? Should we even leave our hotel room?" We had quite a long discussion. Some amongst us were really struggling with feeling it was their responsibility to protect the rest, fighting some old demons that were dredged up as a result of the day's events. I was one of a few who insisted, "We did nothing wrong, and we broke no laws. Everyone is completely out of energy and therefore nobody is safe to be the driver. We stay, try to get some rest and leave at dawn tomorrow." It was settled. It became obvious that none of us would sleep soundly. We looked out the window to see a ghost town. It seemed like nothing moved, such a stark contrast from earlier in the day. Like clockwork they started driving around the empty streets, a police car and an ambulance together, lights and sirens blaring. We believe this was part psychological torment for those who remained, and part a show for the camera crews who continued live reports who needed the lights and sirens in the background for added effect. I smoked cigarettes at the time and stepped out twice for a smoke in front of the building. I was asked a lot of questions by people who seemed to just set up camp in the smoking area. They were drinking and talking loudly about what they heard and saw and encouraged others to say what they had seen and done. I avoided talking to anyone, I didn't trust anyone. A couple of us got no sleep, others a few broken hours. The sirens continued through most of the evening. I kept it to myself but worried there could be a knock at the door anytime. We were already packed and had called for our car by 6 a.m. the morning of January 7th. We noticed helicopters flying low over and beside the highway. We talked about our experience for maybe an hour before settling into a prolonged silence. This trip had lasting effects on all of us. Some broke away and we hardly speak to this day. We all had to live in some fear (despite knowing we did nothing wrong) that they would manufacture a reason to come and question and\or arrest us. Fear that our families would have to witness that. Some family members refused to listen to our version of events or even watch the video documentation we had to back up our claims, and some disowned us just for being there. It was just brutal. It's one thing to know people are affected by the brainwashing of the media, it's another to watch it happen to those you love despite having been there in person and trying to tell them the truth of the matter. All that said, I'm proud of all of us and I wouldn't change it for anything. We survived that day I believe in large part due to the "training" that we received through following Q (not the strange Asian man, we don't know to this day what happened to him). Use discernment, don't trust everything you hear, do your own research and keep a 40,000 foot view. Thank you all for reading and God bless!