Shit. Shit. Shit! Sprinting across the street, Jeremy glanced back to see his pursuer was just a few yards behind. Shit!

Bouncing off an old lady, he ducked into a convenience store full of “I Love NYâ€? style chotchkies. His arms flailing wildly, he swam through the cramped aisles towards the back door, ignoring shouts from the shopkeep. Shoulder braced for impact, he slammed into the metal door and made a wish… open.

Alarms sounded in the store behind him while his eyes darted from one end of the open alley to the other. He stood in a small river of water that flowed through the center of the alley, frozen, confused, and scared. The walls were lined with non-descript doors like the one he just exited. None leading to freedom.

A new sound entered the landscape, and Jeremy turned instinctively to the direction of the sirens. Two police cruisers slid to a stop at the end of the alley. Shit. Before the car doors began to open he turned in the opposite direction and continued to run. Shit. Shit. Shit!