Henrietta Katterman was annoyed. She had been waiting for the Goodwill restroom for twenty-five minutes, and the idiot inside seemed deaf to her knocking – as if someone had gone in, locked the heavy, wooden door, and vanished.
Sighing, she wandered out into the store proper, and discovered, to her surprise, that it was utterly empty except for a sixteen-year-old girl sitting beneath a coat-rack, shuddering with terror.
"What happened?" said Henrietta.
"I don't know!" the girl sobbed. "I was in the checkout line, and suddenly everybody disappeared!"
Henrietta sighed. "I knew it."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Listen, does this store stock axes?"