"There's nothing to DO here," Talia said, sitting in the garden.

"Yeah. Let's take the bus into town. There must be a mall," said Jacob.

"Didn't we already find out that's a bad idea?" I asked.

"We should all go to the Butterfly Gym," Maia said. "I talked to @Tisa Fritillary on lower campus Sunday and she says it's awesome and we should check it out."

"I hate the gym," Talia said. "It's a ritualized capitalist behavior modification that enforces supremacy culture and colonizes alienation directly into our bodies."

"And the mall isn't?" I asked.

"And they stink," said Jacob.

"No, not the Butterfly Gym," Maia said, "It's more of a cooperative activity. And it's super low impact. You don't even need gym clothes."

Jacob skipped another rock on the reflecting pool. Two bounces.

"Ok. We could at least go look in the window," Talia said.

The mall in my home town was getting deader by the day, but we all hung out there. Talia, Jacob, Maia and me.

When the mall cop yelled "TIME MOLD" we thought he was saying "Time Ooot!" like maybe he was Canadian. But we followed him down an employee tunnel and he opened a closet and started pulling spacesuits out.

"Evac suits! Zip in!"

Pretty soon the walls disintegrated and we could see the parts of the mall floating away... the closed up movie theater, the dried up ice rink, the Cinnabon.

We lost the mall cop in the chaos, but somehow found our way to the big green lawn outside the library at Psyhigh.

I'd like to find that mall cop and thank him.