You run away as fast you can, not even stopping to say goodbye to Heather. No time. You must return to the safety of your apartment, where the outside world can do nothing to you.
After an awkward discussion with the landlord, who didn't even know someone was living in that apartment, you're able to get back inside your domain.
Within days, forums all around exploded about someone dubbed the "Barfing Bandit" who barfed in a fishbowl at an aquarium and was never found. You read a few of these posts, and apparently, you've reached Banksy levels of popularity.
This is why you don't ever go outside.
>> Until tomorrow...