You see a random guy. There isn't anything out of the ordinary about him. He is in his mid twenties and a little less than six feet tall and of average build. He is wearing a polo shirt and dockers. Just your typical man. he doesn't seem to be with anyone. He is walking through the mall's hall on the way to a some store you suppose, but it doesn't matter. You trail behind him thinking about what to do. You can see his wallet in his back pocket and you make him take it out without him noticing and throw it in the trash bin. The next thing you did was change his identity. The man, whose name you had never known, now think his first name is Doris. He also now thinks he is a seventy-four year old widow. But that didn't deter him from where he was heading. You then put into his mind to worry that his purse was missing.
Looking at his hand he realizes that it is empty. This stops the man in his tracks. What happened to my purse he wonders. Then he starts to panic. You see his distress and try to help him.
"What is wrong?" you ask.
"My purse it is gone."
"It is? Where did you have it last?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you go to security. Maybe they found it. You could at least fill out a report."
"That is a great idea." After he thanks you he heads over to the security office. You are sure that security can help him as you look for more victims. You are sure that this isn't the first time an elderly lady has asked for help from the security here.
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