You get a snack.

You have no idea where you are or where you should go. The contents of the purse tell you that you have a name, address, phone, and some kind of either motorcycle, scooter, or bicycle, given the helmet in the bag. You are also pretty sure the camera is rather expensive as well, even if you only have one lens, but if you have an address then perhaps you have more there. With no better idea you make your way around the mall with the bag slung over your head and arm so your right arm hangs over the top of the bag. As you walk you even find yourself hooking your thumb on the strap right where it has a lot of wear as if this was the most natural thing in the world for you to do. Eventually you find your way to the food court and walk up to a smiling young man and purchase a slice of pepperoni pizza and a bottle of water. Plopping down on a chair you munch down the slice, noticing more than once someone looking you over like the sexy piece of meat that you now are. You can't resist a smile as you become more and more aware of just how sexy, how desirable you are. Although there seems to be a darker side to that as well, one man not only is staring at you intently, he even seems to be drooling a bit, his dark stained tongue lolling out of his mouth a bit as he sits there with a tray of untouched food in front of him, his eyes, dark and a bit bloodshot seeming not to ever blink as your vision passes across him as you look around the room. As you look, you munch on the pizza, and try not to stare back at him, but he is so strange you can't help but to start to obsess with the creepy slightly overweight, thin haired man. He is wearing a drab yellowish brown coat that is thin and long, similar in design to a duster but seeming to be made from almost fuzzy wool. Under the coat you can only see a glimpse but you are pretty sure it is a well worn suit jacket. His features are a bit angular, with a hooked nose, thin mustache, and pronounced cheekbones. He seems to command your attention and as you stare at him longer and longer there seems to be something else, a glow perhaps, yellow and small like a bead or a stone resting deep inside of him. You can't possibly be seeing inside of someone, but there it is, right there in front of you demanding you pay attention, a sickly yellow glowing, something, in his chest. Food finished you stand and push in the chair. The man does the same, dumping his full tray of untouched food into the small trash bin he is seated near. As you do the same with your now empty tray, you begin to make your way to the exit when something seems to tell you that it might not be the best idea to walk out of the well lit confines of the mall. But the thinning crowd, and nearby clock inform you that the mall will soon be closed. “Fuck what am I supposed to do? I don't even know what I am driving, let alone to know where to find it.”

Then something you aren't prepared for at all happens. Inside your purse something new happens. The phone starts to ring. Pulling it out you stare in complete shock at the device, right there on the screen in glowing letters is the name “Cindy.” And her phone number. You stare at it just long enough that the screen changes and you are informed that you have a missed call. Looking away from the device you see the odd man seems much closer now. The closer he steps the more your skin begins to crawl. The tip of his tongue still protruding from his mouth making an odd creepy hissing sound as you quickly try to decide what you should do.