> You realize what's happening when the cold air hits you.
> "Nonono, you have to take me back. You have to put me down-"
> You try to wriggle out of her arm, but you don't have the energy. You're almost out of power.
> "Please- my best friend is in there. I can't leave hir. Please. They need me- I need them. Please-"
> Your protests go unnoticed. The mall looks farther and farther away with every step.
> You cry, or at least, you try to. There's no liquid in you.
> "I want to go home. I want to... Go home."
> Your voice trails off, as you begin to shut down.
> Some of the humid air condenses on you. It drips down your face.
> Return to start.