The WHSmith Incident: Why My Friend’s Distraction Led to Disaster

I’m standing beside the lift entrance at the back of the oddly depressing WHSmith store at Westwood Cross when I realise that my friend, the guy I’m here to meet up with, is taking a really long time to buy a magazine. I left him at the counter, and there was literally no queue… so when five minutes roll around, and he hasn’t followed me, I get that slightly odd feeling that something might be wrong.