My sister and I were in trouble with NHS, who wanted to hunt us down and kill us, so we went into hiding. We hid at a movie theater, where it was dark, but then we discovered that there were spies for NHS there, so we left. When we walked into the parking lot of the movie theater, Alex Yam and his dad were sitting in a big van with the lights on (it was nighttime) but we didn't stop to say hi. We roamed around for a long time, and had to scrounge for food and hide from various NHS members, some of whom were only 10 years old. After we had wandered around the city for a long time, hiding both on the ground behind buildings on the bridges that criss-crossed through the sky, we went to hide in a different movie theater. There was a really long line that stretched through the lobby, so we sat on the floor with everyone else and waited for them to start letting people in. Then, however, NHS members started standing up, so we could see them. We knew it was them because they were wearing dark masks, capes, and shiny purple vinyl cowboy hats. I whispered to my sister that all the purple cowboys were in NHS, and we slunk out through the back door. Alex Yam and his dad were sitting in a big van in the parking lot with the lights on, and this time we decided to ask for a ride. Alex's dad chuckled about how much trouble we were in, and then gave us a lift to San Francisco. When we got out of the car, it was daytime. I left my sister in front of a tall building and told her that we should split up to throw them off, and that I would meet her in the back of the building after going around the opposite way. However, this soon proved to be impossible, as I met an NHS member while I was going around. I didn't want to lead him right to my sister, so I went a different way. I climbed up the building and jumped around the city until I ended up in a parking garage. The whole structure was made of a million metal rods. I climbed around while remembering obituaries I had read of people whom NHS had killed. There was one boy who was a tropical bird, and a girl who was an elephant. Then I was shot by the NHS member and as I fell to the floor, I thought, "Wow, I'm so heavy." Then my soul lifted out of my body and I went to read my obituary. I realized that I was a panther, and the picture of me that they used was one of my bloody paw. They commented that my paw was really big and heavy, but since I was dead, it was easy to squish. From the obituary, I also learned that I had been 82 years old when I died.