I don't know how long I was out; even the EMTs couldn't tell me. All they knew is that I had been found, bare ass facing the mall walkers from the the shrubs in the middle of the fake-treed strip between JC Penneys and Radio Shack, with my shorts hanging from a branch (I must have kicked them off at some point). My "friends" had long since given up looking for me, and were tired after our feast at Red Lobster (so many cheese biscuits), so they had gone back to be in their bunks by lights out. Fortunately the mall guard had an epi pen handy.

I learned two things that night:

1) I'm the world's greatest hide-and-seek player;

2) I'm desperately allergic to lobster.