The fog encircled me as I walked the short distance between the public library and the tiny strip mall, where I would have to wait for a ride after the library closed. The sun had set, and the dark city gave its blessing to the cold October breeze. I walked through every dark alley and underground parking lot, unafraid. The door to the mall was locked, so I tried to go around to the other side, wondering if it was a fluke. As I was circling the building, on a whim I decided to enter through the side door leading to the long hallway to the downstairs rest area of the mall. It was completely dark as I walked inside, and I felt my stomach plummet in immediate regret as the door closed behind me. I turned around to grab the handle, but when I finally found it in the dark, the door had already succumbed to its automatic locking mechanism.