David hated himself for this. He should have known better, especially after dealing with Sephiroth. But he'd been distracted getting away from a mob of shoppers and gotten onto an escalator without thinking and... Now here he was. Awake and locked into a damn late model Honda that was way cramped when he'd been here for an hour and a half trying to get out.

He'd tried popping the steering column to hotwire the car and pop the locks that way. Then he'd tried cutting the doors open. Hell, he even tried cutting the windows, because his psychic knives should be able to do that. It had only been when frustration had set in that he'd finally messaged for help.

Now all he could do was sit and mope. Good thing he had some old television stuff downloaded on his glasses. Those had come through with him and while he HATED to watch himself, but when all he had was old editing cuts for his old show, he was going to watch it to pass the time.