More Malls

I'm attending a writing workshop in a shopping mall in Texas when a crazy teenager starts shooting people in the video game store across from us (apparently my subconscious buys the "video games lead to violence" bit much more that I do). I know that the writing workshop has no exit, so I walk past the shooting teen nonchalantly and head to the food court. A girl from the workshop comes with me, only she isn't very nonchalant--she runs and gets shot and I feel superior and proud of my ability to project calm under pressure.