She wasn't going to just kill the crazy girl, and that was probably all he needed to know about it. As long as the whole thing didn't come back to bother him later, it was no longer his concern. So, after he cleaned up, he left Troy and the girl to chat about things, which was mainly about the man feeling that something was really going to happen. If it wasn't finished by noon, he'd be surprised. Zack went into the mall the slow way, which meant walking across the street, when there was a lull in traffic. It was only eight when he left, so, on a Saturday, that meant he didn't have to wait too long for a window to open up. He used the rift that was right next to his neighbor's slippery elm, the broken and slightly raised sidewalk showing where the gap was nicely. It took no time at all for him to twist a bit and slip through. Anyone could do it, if they hit the direction right. He'd seen it happen, a few times. Westfield mall was a mess, of course, from his rather unique perspective. From the outside it was a little out of place, but anyone that could sense what was going on could make out all the problems instantly.
