Thinking about just how little money you have left in your pockets, the chance to sneak in without paying is not something you have to think twice about. But as if reading your very thoughts a voice whispers out of the darkness “I would talk to the old lady if I was you,”.
An angry retort upon your lips, thoughts of telling this person to mind their own business are barely controlled by the sudden sense of shame that creeps over you. Glancing about you are unable to see who the voice belongs to.