Well, you've had your fun. Why not go back to your apartment and take a break? You were feeling tired now.
Still invisible you retrace your steps out of the prison. Along the way, you appreciate your handy work. Parts of the prison were still on fire from your oil shenanigans and corpses of dead guards and prison staff littered the ground. You didn't feel too bad for them, after all they were practically guaranteed to be sent to heaven or whatever they personally called it.
You causally walk through the hole you had first made when you first invaded the prison, which was hours ago and you easily jump over the two ten feet high barbed fences that surrounded the prison.
As soon as you finally exit the prison completely you make your way home, casually moving past the police barrier. You were in a good mood today.
By the time you had finally made it to your fancy apartment however, your happy moon had turned somewhat sour. As you entered your apartment, you started having an intense headache. Your head was pounding and you get like throwing up.
You groaned, not caring how loud you were as the pain slowly increased. Eventually the pain forced you to give out a large lusty roar, a roar that would've made a lion pissed himself seven times over.
Then as sudden was the intense pain was, it stop just as quickly as it started. Then something happened.