Mobocracy

It was a crisp Friday morning and all was well. The weekend is almost here and things were starting to look good. Everyone was excited about the Walley-Ball Tournament and were prepping their teams for that. People were getting ready for their big dates that evening, and Saturday night was full of movie nights and other random stuff that BYU singles tend to do. 

Down in the basement of Park Plaza, things were starting up again. Some of the girls were still asleep and others were gone. Susie was in the kitchen making pancakes when Kylie and Alaina burst in, soaked in sweat and completely out of breath.

"P90X went well then today, huh?" Susie asked them.

"Yeah, but—outside—lots of people," Kylie said through gasps of air.

"Torches—pitchforks," added Alaina.

"…what?"

Sure enough, Susie stepped away from the sizzling of the pancakes and moved closer to the door. It was strange to hear so much yelling so early in the morning.

Then it hit her.

A moment later, Susie was barricading the door with the couches as what seemed like half of Park Plaza approached the stairs down to the basement. Sure enough, they had torches and pitchforks. Susie couldn't help but thinking, even in a time like this, "where in the world did they get those?" She propped beds up against the other glass door as the mob started banging on the front door. It suddenly dawned on her that the door leading to the laundry room was completely free. She ran past the washers and locked that door just as people jumped the railings to get down there. 

They had her surrounded. Even as the only apartment in the complex with two (or three) doors, they still had her surrounded. If only Park Plaza was equipped with secret passageways.

But, wait. It is!

Running down the hall to the managers' apartment, she burst her way through the door. What's-his-name with the sweet accent came running out with a baseball bat, but Susie just told him, "My light is  broken. I'm not paying rent until you fix it." It worked. 

Susie burst out their front door and up the stairs. No one was there. They had forgotten about that hallway. The mob broke through the barricades, and filled the entire Park Plaza basement. As they rushed out to find her (they had a hard time dodging the electrician on the ladder who hurriedly showed up in the middle of her kitchen) and headed back up, they only caught a glimpse of her as she ran off into the distance. 

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A couple hours later, Simon came back from the temple. His roommates asked how it went. 

"Good," he said. "But Carson had to run off suddenly. He was my ride too, so I had to walk home in the cold." 

Meanwhile 210 was waking up. Even though it was still early morning, they couldn't help noticing Carson missing. The only clue to his absence was found after a few minutes of looking around. It was a small note, obviously written in a hurry. 

"Sorry guys. I had to go. Bye."