"You're not my Mommy." Muddy the waters, keep up the act. I need some place I can loose her. She's too fast for me to keep out-running and I think she seems comfortable here. She is familiar with it in a way I am not. I need some place I can hide. Or a weapon I can kill her with that's better than my hammer.

Looking around, I see something that looks like a giant syringe. Empty, but long and sharp-looking. In a place this big, there will be plenty of places to hide bodies. But do I take the chance? She could be known, others would come. But even if they found out, I am just a scared child. I was defending myself.

Smiling, I scoop up the device and turn, ready to fight when something catches my attention. A grate, with a scrap of fabric attached, as if something caught. Looking behind me, I judge enough time to look closer.