I end up taking one of the backpacks and swinging it over my shoulder. Clark might give me a funny look, but I'll tell him it’s for carrying stuff. Besides, I haven't seen anything much better yet. And it's about time.
Before I go on, I stop and try to make a connection to Clark again. It's harder because I can't see him, but as I focus I can start to feel him. I can feel him moving through the aisles. I can feel him opening certain boxes and going through them. And then I establish the connection.
More and more crap, he thinks.
I can find better stuff than this, dumpster diving.
I smile. It looks like he's not doing much better than me in his search. Hopefully however, our luck changes. I can't imagine all the work and risk being for nothing.
Clark complains to himself more as I move to the next row. His comments begin to fade though when I start to open a set of boxes. In the first one, I find nothing more than bubble wrap and a few candles. But the second one is full of CD's. They all look like they're within a year old and some of them from famous artists. I grab a handful and stick them in my backpack.
I move to the boxes nearby and start opening them too. If this aisle is laid out like the others, they should have similar stuff. Sure enough, when I get a look inside, I see they do–more CD's, DVD's, and some computer games. Without even seeing what I'm taking I snatch up a handful of each and shove them in my bag.
I'm tempted to go through even more, but I stop myself. I've already taken enough and caused these suppliers more trouble than they deserve. Instead, I try to revive my connection to Clark.
For some reason it's harder than I expected this time. It feels like something keeps drawing my attention away somehow. And at first I can't understand what, but then I make a realization–and it scares me. We're not alone. At least not anymore.
Trying to get into someone's head when there are other people present is like trying reading a book in a room full of loud music. And right now, when I try to reach Clark, the music is blaring in my head–or his.
Since I can't see or hear anyone inside, I figure they must be outside the building. Immediately, I run over to the other side of the building, to warn Clark. When I get there though, I check all the aisles, but can't find him. Then I look over at the window we came in from–It's closed and there's a large pile of boxes underneath. He left.
My brain starts racing as I think about my situation. I can't believe he just left me here. He must have heard the people outside. The people. They're still there and I need to get out. Quickly.
I go over to the stack of boxes near the window and I'm about to start climbing, when I think of something. The people keeping me from getting into Clark’s head–they weren't near me, they must have been near Clark. I try reaching him again, but can't–they must still be there. I stop and head in the other direction. I can't think of any other scenario where Clark would be around people right now, other than if he was caught. And if I try to leave the same way, I will be too.
I decide to run back over to side of the warehouse, where I got the backpack, and look for an exit. I don't have time to go out through one of the windows, and I'm not sure my legs could take another fall like before. I'm able spot a door at the end of an aisle and rush over to it though. Thankfully, I can unlock it from the inside without a key. Then, without looking back, I swing the door open.
Immediately I come to face with the barrel of a gun.
"MATTHEW CHANDLER, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED BURGLARY."