I'm just leaving a mall, and there is some sort of police action, like a drug bust or robbery or something, with a number of cops stationed around, hiding behind things and moving inside, and cars outside. They have these big radio units, almost the size of a lunch-box, and I think that I'd like to have one. I mention it to my friends.

Steve and Sheleen both set about to steal one. Steve flicks the lights and they each grab a radio, and something else they want to steal, and we run out to my truck and jump in, but there are four of us and people aren't organizing quickly. I have to open a thing in the back for them to sit on and Sheleen gets in the driver's seat and puts on her seatbelt. I expected that I would drive. I ask her if she's sure she's going to drive and she says yes.

It seems like we got away with it, but not at all. Cop cars like regular cars with red lights arrive and start blocking us in. We're totally busted.

I mention that the ones that stole the radios should try to exonerate the rest of us, but as I say it I feel like it isn't right, we're all guilty in a way.