The next two days went so smoothly Abby was beginning to believe that things could just, well go smoothly.
They would travel to a Mall, talk to it (if it would still listen or could still listen, which some of them simply couldn’t), and, if they were lucky, get an affirmative answer.
They cleaned out two fountains, did some really nerve-wracking window-washing (the inside roof of a food court), dripped three drops of blood each into a circle, did some intense and obstacle-course-based mall-walking, and fought some wild dogs. They also filled out surveys, gave out their phone number, and wrapped presents for a couple hours. Continue reading