Perhaps the worst part about the revelation at the end of the challenge was that Kyle was not quite as energised and raring to go as he had expected to feel when all was said and done. Instead he felt confused, sluggish, disoriented, and incredibly headachey, the latter of which being a more recent development that had appeared as he joined the stands. Probably something to do with being completely thrown for a loop, to have the rug pulled from under him, as it were. Or maybe just those bright lights... or a bad reaction to the... whatever had given them such a vivid daydream.

Having reached the stands, Kyle went ahead and took the nearest available seat in silence, all the while avoiding talking to or making eye contact with anyone else. He was still trying to work things out, to get his head straight, and his brain was already unhelpfully trying to start fretting over how well he had done in the task - something which only seemed to happen once he reached the stands, if the last challenge was anything to go by.

A once-over of the crowd told him that there weren't many competitors back yet, meaning it was likely to be few minutes yet before the scores were revealed. Until then, Kyle leaned his elbows on his legs and buried his face in his hands, the heels of his palms pressed tightly against his eyes to prevent any light getting to them. The sooner the scores were revealed, the sooner he could go back to the Beetle, lie down, process, and sleep for real.