Shopping Mall. Cautiously he slides his school bag from his shoulders, peering around as he begins to snatch his favourite tracks from the wide range of artists positioned carefully on the shelves.

Across the store a young woman wearing blue denim shorts and a tight red blouse strides towards the cash desk. As she barges through the queue, mutters and murmurs can be heard. Her pink nails point to the boy, who’s scanning the shelves, whilst words spill out of her open mouth. A chubby security guard dressed in a shapeless blue uniform waddles towards the music tracks, as two young children sprint up the down escalator and down the up. Another security guard, this time tall and muscular, turns up in the open door at the front of the store. Striding towards the unsuspecting boy, his radio makes a high pitched bleep. He curses as the boy looks up and begins to run. People side step out the way as the boy, clutching the straps of his precious bag, sprints past each set of shelves.

The whole store stops to look at the chase, no one wanting to stop the fleeing boy. A quick glance behind him makes the boy run faster, the security guard hot on his heels. Round and round the store, the boy runs, shoving anything that gets in his way. Lights flashed and sirens wailed as the chase led through the security panels and out of the shop. Still the boy did not stop as he vaulted the empty bench.

His friends stood about a metre away from the boy cheering him on as he circled the fountain and disappeared into the crowd of people, overlooking the fashion show below them. Finally the chubby security guard appears next to the group of teenagers, puffing and panting, after his ‘long’ run from the cash desk.