i went back to the table and i took my first tentative bite of the ranch wrap, checking in my peripherals to make sure i had the attention of at least one witness. the crispy chicken cut into the roof of my mouth and i cried out in pain, i turned to my family for support only to find that they had been replaced with perpetrators 1 and 3 and a mango mcflurry. i scanned the restaurant frantically for perpetrator number two but i knew somehow that he was already long gone, and my family and my mcchicken with him.