Four hours out of five.

"Oh my god," The girl said, looking over the line of clothes. "We are doomed."

I take the girl by the shoulders.

"Don't say that," I said. "We are far from that!"

I let go of the girl's shoulders then unleash my power of rocks within the mall. The Ex-boyfriend is sent falling back out of the doorway because of the sudden appearance of a large boulder similar to a rocky characterized spike. I take the girl by the right hand then run out of the room taking a turn to the left. I summon out other sharp boulders behind me blocking the ex's path. Soon as we were far enough I made the spiky boulders dive back down into the ground. I take the stair case holding on to the girl's hand.

I made the building tremble.

The ground began cracking under my high heels.

Yes, I still wear high heels.

High heels are so not for running.

"YOU DIDN'T MENTION YOU CAN MAKE EARTHQUAKES!" The girl shouts as we ran down the flight of stairs.

This flight of stairs is painful to my feet.

"Rock equals ground," I said. "Obviously you forgot science."

I came to a stop at the last stair step then let go of the girl's hand. The girl goes to the corner of the room so I summon up a large rocky corner blocking view of her but not harming in any way. The rocky corner has a ceiling of it's own so the corner is acting like a little house in a little creepy way. I watch the figure of a older man coming down shouting the girl's name.

Want to know the name of this girl?

Too bad.

The man came to the landing.

"Where is she!" The man asks in a demanding tone.

"It is more like where is her phone," I said, making a rock appear in my right hand.

I knock the man out using the rock. There is an app to track phones using their GPS even while they are locked. The man lands on the row of stairs, knocked out, but easily will recover from the injury. I take the phone out of his pocket—as it is decorated in pink and with my little pony decorations—quickly. The girl gets out of the hiding place.

"Tell me this is your phone," I said, holding the phone.

"It is," The girl said, taking the phone.

The girl opens the door to the parking lot then speeds out. My left pocket vibrates. Damn it Loki, I thought, Now is not the time for me to talk. There is two black vans parked across standing out in the row of sleek new fancy cars. In one of the black vans is the girl's parents and the other has mannequins. I break the security cameras—while standing out of their view—using spears of rock to crush them into pieces. The girl goes to the one with mannequins, opens the passenger door, slips her phone into the pocket of her mannequin,then shuts the door, and heads into the black van with her living parents.

Loki had his chance to be part of his rescue effort but he turned it down.

The one thing I did expect is people noticing the driver so there can't be a mannequin being guided to drive by machinery; that would not work at all. So I will be driving it. With a wig, dark sunglasses,and a big hat. The girl's mother has a strange taste in driving around in a van so there is nothing strange about it for those who know the family. I get into the fake van in the driver seat.

The real van has a cloaking device on making it seem they were never there. Cameras cannot see them nor can anyone for that matter. I keep up the earthquake act—with specific intentions that no rock comes near them—starting up the van. I put on the fake wig, big sunglasses, and a large hat. The wig mostly shadowed my most prominent facial features as did the hat and the sunglasses.

I saw the girl and her mother share a tearful hug. The girl's father starts the van making it turn invisible. I drove out of the building. The girl and her family are going over to The United Kingdom with new identities. As it turns out the girl's father has some connections in The UK. What Mr Jrones does not know is that his flying van is never returning to him. Like never in his life time.

Five minutes after driving out of the building I saw the girl's ex-boyfriend drive out in his chipped gray and mismatched passenger door Cadillac drive out following after me. I saw this through the side mirror to the van. When a mother is scared while taking her daughter out of harms way she tends to do some outrageous driving. The kind of driving that I usually do not ever do. The ground trembles beneath the wheels and buildings shook. Do not destroy buildings, I thought, not part of the plan!

The girl's father has some strings within the Baton Rouge Police Department and the Baton Rouge morgue so he pulled them. He didn't specify when this 'tragic' accident would happen but vaguely said to be prepared and to be on the scene. I have to find the most logical but very convincing death site. Yes, death site, that's what I am currently thinking about asides to driving crazy.

A fire hydrant flew into the air then lands in a newspaper stand.

People ran into the buildings screaming in hysteria.

Some of these people ran around in circles.

A few stood there shell shocked on what to do.

One was trying to find cell phone reception.

I take several turns being left and right in the city being disturbed by the sudden earthquakes. Several cars had parked alongside the edge of the bridge but that did not stop the ex-boyfriend from following me. Time for the golden move, I thought seeing abandoned construction on the right hand side of the bridge where I am driving. I take a sharp turn to the right breaking through the barriers.

The van crashes into the water sinking in by the minute.

I rub my forehead feeling a pained headache coming around. I put on an oxygen mask, press a button on the side, and once the van had submerged into the water fields of rock shot up into every corner and crevice in the vehicle. I look at the menu on the radio indicating how far the car is sinking. The windows have a system that tricks anyone who looks down that someone is dead with their head on the drivers wheel bleeding and so are the other passengers. I am not much of a music person but I do enjoy Beethoven's music. I select on music, scroll down, and then press play.

The melodies in Beethoven's music are the sounds of heart beats—as I came to learn long ago—.

A large booming sound crashes into the water.

Too bad he can't see what is really going on inside the van.

But to the world in a few hours; the girl and her parents no longer live.