Gaston hadn't bothered to shut down his computer yet. In fact, he'd sort of fallen asleep in front of the screen. That seemed to be his lucky break, because otherwise he probably wouldn't have seen the Scarlett Letter's reply for about another week at least. But now he did.
Wait, 5.30pm today? What a terrible rush people always seemed to have. "Bobby?! When are you going to clean up that mess in the basement?" His mother was about the most annoying person that Gaston knew. It might have something to do with the fact that he still lived in her home and on her money, but that thought never occured to him. His mother's inquiry however, was just enough for Gaston to decide to be at the mall at 5.30. The alternative was cleaning up his room and given the mess that had piled up there that would even take a normal person a couple of weeks at the very least.
He typed a quick (well, quick for Gaston) reply that simply said 'OK' and then managed to drag himself into his costume. The costume itself wasn't very impressive: it was basically an old yellow pyjama with a big 'G' written with a blue marker on the front. On his feet he put a pair of dark green rain boots. As a mask he had something special: an old gas mask. Although he seemed impervious to his own flatulent abilities (as opposed to anybody else he'd ever met) it felt right to wear the mask, given his special powers. It also was a way to hide his face which was a good thing, since he was about to walk around in his pyjamas.
Satisfied with his outfit, he headed for the Midtown Mall, which was very near to his house. A good thing, because Gaston wasn't about to go through the trouble of getting either a cab or on any form of public transport.