Twenty minutes later they were back in the house, finishing up dinner and laughing about the fact that they had allowed themselves to get the wits scared out of them by literally, a friendly Saint Bernard. After dinner, and Juliet's choice of a movie, they both reluctantly went their separate ways to sleep, Shawn to the couch he had convinced Juliet to let him sleep on, and Juliet to her bed which had been forced to settle with.

Hours passed, marked by the ticking clock on the far end of the living room, and Shawn still did not sleep. He could not help himself. Every squeak, every rustle of the wind blowing through the trees outside, made him flinch. Although he would never admit it out loud, he was scared. Someone was out to get him, for whatever reason, and he had no choice but to wait for that ominous final confrontation, and he did not even want to think about how that might end.

It was around two o'clock in the morning when Shawn decided that enough was enough, and he should not let fear get in the way of what little sleep he could get. After all, it would do him no good to spend the entire night, waiting for some unknown assailant to show up, only to have him show up in the bleak hours of the morning when he will be two seconds away from passing out.

Morning finally came, and with it, Shawn's pineapple pancakes, which much like Juliet's Hawaiian pizza was surprisingly, not tantamount to poisoning . When they had finished, they started planning what they were going to do for the rest of the day. Since it was Juliet's day to go errand-running, Shawn reluctantly agreed to go with her to the mall downtown.

Shawn spent the first half of the trip being Juliet's bag handler, which within half an hour meant holding five bags in each hand. He was able to excuse himself, finally, when she walked into the Bed, Bath and Beyond. For a while, he did not do much of anything, only wandering into a random store or two, contemplating how one could spend more than half- an hour in Bed, Bath, and Beyond. After his third trip to the food court, Shawn was officially bored. He was about to go in to Sports Authority, when his cell phone rang.

"Yep," he answered shortly.

"Hello Mr. Spencer. How's life? Didn't take you for the sports type," said a completely unrecognizable voice which had obviously been altered by some sort of computer program.

"Who are you," Shawn answered, turning his head this way and that, looking for the source of the voice.

"I wouldn't waste your time with that Shawn. I'm not in the mall."

"What do you want," he said shortly, clearly not in the mood to banter back and forth with a criminal.

"I want you, Shawn. I would have thought you'd learned that after I'd nearly cost you your life."

"What is your deal with me anyway? Did I really do that much damage to you personally?"

"No, no to me, to my family."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Shawn. You hold so much knowledge, and yet you are completely ignorant to it all the same. You know, you are so blind, it's almost a shame that the only way this can end is with your death."

"What knowledge," Shawn asked, ignoring the criminal's obvious threat.

"Are you kidding me? Because of you four of us are dead, and six of us are on our way to jail. You would have had a list of our associates, had my partner not knocked you out at the last minute. Now, it's only a matter of time before that annoying photographic memory of yours kicks in and all of us are sent to prison, or worse depending on what form of torture my deranged father decides to impart on us for failing to kill you."

"So what do you want," he asked slowly, pronouncing each word as if it were its own sentence.

At that exact moment he saw something across from him that made his heart stop. Nestled inside the otherwise ordinary garbage can was a thing that looked like a very cleverly designed, homemade bomb. Without even thinking, he tore it out of the trash, and looked down at the time which told him that he had fifteen minutes to get the bomb out of that mall or else the whole thing was going to blow. Of course, Shawn knew better than to trust a timer that a criminal had set up, so he just started running.

Once he got outside, courtesy of the emergency exit door, he finally heard Juliet, who had seen the whole thing, running and yelling after him. He tried to tell her to stop following him, but an intermittent beep let him know that the bomb was about ready to explode. So, instead, he did the only thing that he felt like he could do and threw it as far as he could into the empty end of the parking lot.

There was a strange moment of silence, and then an ear-splitting explosion let off, throwing Shawn and Juliet completely off balance. They were saved from most of the fire of the explosion only because of their distance from the flames, but the blowback threw them at least twenty feet away, where they both landed in an unmoving heap. A few intense moments later, the shock finally died down, and the only evidence that the bomb had been there that remained was the crater in the middle of the parking lot and the singed landscape surrounding it.

Hoards of spectators were soon investigating the chaos and its only two victims. In the middle of it all, Shawn and Juliet both tried to stand to their feet and let everyone know that there was absolutely nothing to worry about and they were fine. They could not even get a word out to the worried bunch that had all flipped their cell phones out so fast it was as if the second-to-last American Idol had just ended.