Ducking under the protection of the mausoleum overhang, you try and calm your wildly beating heart. You affirm, "I'm in a cemetery, of course there're bones here. I'm in a cemetery, of course there are bones here. I'M IN A CEMETERY." You feel more calm, but you still you can't bring yourself to look back out into the storm quite yet. Taking a deep breath, and feeling ridiculous, you look out... and of course there's nothing there. Sheepishly you step forward onto the cool floor of the mausoleum, the green safety lights making the tile glow eerily. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms reach out from behind you and encircle you, dragging you backwards. You strain against them, but they are strong, and your wet shoe slides traction-less. You feel yourself being thrown to one side, hurled against a concrete wall, as your attacker screams, "WHO ARE YOU?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS PLACE?!?!" It's a middle-aged man, rough and hairy, looking at you as though he knows you don't belong here, fists raised and ready.
What do you do? Jump up and begin the fight with this graveyard rumbler? No one manhandles you! Or do you calm down to explain your situation, and politely ask for the use of his phone?
What do you do? Jump up and begin the fight with this graveyard rumbler? No one manhandles you! Or do you calm down to explain your situation, and politely ask for the use of his phone?