We had to leave as early as possible. Otherwise, there'd be too many people trying to get buses home. To think 4:30 AM was good timing, we found more than 300 people had the same plan we did. Now, getting home was going to be a puzzle. But some other people had certain plans—malicious ones.
It was still dark, though there were lights around, but they couldn't suffice. Sticking together wasn't easy, and we were a group of twelve. On our search for a way to return home, we suddenly stopped. Someone's phone had been stolen from their pocket. "What?" Some of us exclaimed, surprised at the news. It was a gospel concert for crying out loud. No fear of God?
But one of us did something unexpected. She felt she saw the theif, and then she ran after him. I was shocked she did that. The rest of us were just frozen, and even the victim had already accepted what had just happened. Now we didn't even know what to do. We had no idea where she went; we couldn't leave, so don't get separated; it was still dark, and the crowd was dense.
Eventually, we found her. She had caught the thief. That's not something you commonly see happen. But she actually found the thief, despite his escape tactics that included switching shirts in the crowd.
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