So Shawne and Erik decided to ride their respective vehicles, neither truly trusting the other to do the driving on either contraption. So it was that they rode out of the school, Shawne in the lead on her bike with Erik following behind in his car, the two of them making their way over to the mall which was a bit of ways away from where their school was but traffic was light so the trip was light and easy.  Getting to the parking garage they began the slow decent to the lower floors, wishing to park near the food court which at this mall was near the bottom.<br/><br/>Shawne was not exactly paying attention to where she was going; it was actually a rather bad habit that she had when riding her bike or did anything somewhat monotonous. Her mind would wander on whatever little road it chose while her body would carry out the learned skills for the task at hand. It just happened that at this moment she was thinking about that dream she had and what it was all about, though thinking of it lead to her thinking of the other smattering of odd dreams that she has had throughout her entire life. This was probably the reason she had not noticed that they seemed to have been traveling for longer than they should be or that the lights had disappeared and they were now traveling in darkness.<br/><br/>Suddenly the front tire slipped rousing Shawne from her thoughts as she looked about the foreign world about her, her street grade tires continuing to slip on the damp grass. Panicking she struggled for control only making it worst as she inadvertently hit the  throttle and soon she found herself shooting out into the air and much to her dismay landing in some body of water.<br/><br/>She floundered and flailed about a bit beneath the water as she struggled to get to the surface, though it would seem that help was on its way. Before she could do much of anything someone yanked her out and then as for as she could tell they flew her over to the shore and gratefully to a fire. Shock was working on making itself a permanent home in her mind, which can probably take the blame as she stuttered, â€œMâ€¦Mâ€¦My bike!â€ pointing frantically at the lake and that was fast becoming the grave of her beloved bike. The helmet obscured her view of who was talking to her but with the addition of shock she could have been talking to the jolly red man himself and it would not have phased her in the least.