Molly's face fell. Why hadn't the security guard listened to her? Now he thought he was some sort of ditzy teenage girl.
She turned and watched as the cloud drifted away towards another part of the mall. Seeing that there was nothing she could do for the latest victim, Molly sprinted after the cloud. She couldn't warn the guard, but maybe she could warn others.
The man dressed in the yogurt shop uniform shrugged, then walked away with a very feminine gait, as he took out his pink cellphone from his purse to call someone.
