"Get down!!" Reese-look-alike pulled me down beside him just as another burst from the UZI raked the escalator all around us.

I screamed. We reached the top and Reese-look-alike shoved me forward. I stumbled, but didn't fall. Behind me, I turned and watched with incredulous eyes as the Reese-look-alike reached into his overcoat and pulled out a Remington 870 shotgun. Just like in the movie. He slammed a round into the chamber and fired.

More screams. The mall was in total uproar. I was jostled aside as shoppers hurtled for the exits. Good idea. I decided it was time I made a break for it as well. This whole thing was getting way too realistic for me.

I joined the stampede for the nearest exit. Suddenly, someone pitched over beside me. I glanced down - there was a huge, smoking red hole in the center of the person's back.

"Yikes!" I didn't wait to see more. I began shoving and elbowing my way through the panic-stricken crowd. I'm dreaming. I have to be. That's it, this is all some sort of crazy nightmare and I'm gonna wake up at any moment now... Any moment now!

But I didn't wake up. Reese-look-alike caught up to me, grabbing my arm. "This way!" He dragged me off in the other direction, away from the wild, stampeding crowd.

"This can't be happening. My name's Sarah 'Conners', not 'Connor!'" I gasped. "What the hell is going on?!"