Arriving at the shop I remembered that my family has a habit of disapearing whenever we go to the store. I go to look at something, turn back, their gone. It's not like I want them glued to my hip or anything but when they don't at least let me know where they'll be I spend more time looking for them than enjoying myself. That thought brought about memories of Scooby-Doo where they would always split up when they entered a spooky place. Comic nearly wrote itself.
