Both are gone

"Bradley?" Karen asks again, looking around.

The security guards look at each other in confusion for a moment, confusion which grows as Karen suddenly struggles to her feet, looking around frantically. "My son! Where's my son!"

It only takes a little bit of your power to cloud the guards minds. "Ma'am, there's no one else around," muttered one of them, trying not to look at the nearly naked woman in front of him.

"I really think you should cover up now ma'am," added the other, his eyes barely leaving Karen's exposed bust.

Suddenly remembering her predicament, Karen's arms flew up, clutching at her exposed bosom, her cheeks flushing red. "But, my son, he took my dress!"