When the lights went off, I panicked. I mean, who wouldn’t? It was dark, and scary, and I swear I heard a “Gwoargh!” in the distance. So of course, I ran toward the nearest door, which led to some back room or something. I’m not entirely sure what it was, and I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted to get away from whatever thing was up there. 
	I moved toward the back of the room, past some stacks of boxes, and I was just sitting quietly in the corner when I felt something on my foot. “Hey!” I shouted, “Watch where you’re going! You’re not the only one in here, you know!”
	The man who’d stepped on my foot, who I’m pretty sure was even more scared than I was, just mumbled something about how his coffee was gone, and he heard some sort of bizarre music playing out there. Well, of course, I told him to pull himself together, and that you couldn’t solve problems just by running and hiding.
	But then, he had the nerve to ask me, “If you’re so brave, what are you doing back here?” I mean, come on! There I was, giving him friendly advice and looking out for his well-being, and he has the nerve to question my bravery? Ridiculous!
	I was so appalled by his behavior that I couldn’t get much more out than a “Well, I’m not the one stepping on people’s feet, now am I?” He just said something under his breath and walked away. I’m actually rather glad I don’t know what he said, as I’m sure it was unsuitable for the ears of someone as distinguished as me.
	I sat there for a few more minutes, and I was just about to fall asleep when I felt something furry brush against my leg! Now, obviously somebody as high-class as I am would be frightened by something as wild and unclean as a rat, so of course I screamed and stomped after it. And then, everybody started shouting at me to be quiet! Can you believe that? I was frightened for my life, but all these people cared about was their precious silence! I’ll tell you now; I’m never giving them advice again.
	Once I’d killed that filthy, disgusting rat, I let out a sigh of sweet relief, and everyone else let out a groan. Honestly, these people were driving me crazy. I don’t know how I survived for so long in there. There were even people selling food! We’re trapped, and we might never get out, but all these people care about is the fate of their wallets. Once I saw that, I kept a hand on mine at all times.
	Finally, one man, who was either brave or stupid, pushed the door open and ran out. A few seconds later, he ran back in, shouting, “The lights are on! It’s safe!” Naturally, you would assume that people would make an orderly line, and let those who are superior to them in every way exit first, but instead, I was shoved to the back while people forced their way out!
	Once I got outside, I ran straight for the exit. I didn’t care that half of my shopping wasn’t done, or that my husband would kill me if I got back without any food. I needed a trip to Jackie’s to get over this.