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I was in or near Clemens building at UB, and an alarm began sounding. It was a shrill brassy repeating monotone. After the tones began repeating much faster, someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the building just as it began collapsing. I looked back and saw the destruction of Clemens, another nearby building, and bridge joining the two. I neglected to carry my book bag out during my escape, which enraged me the most as I watched it get buried by the falling rubble. I tried to recall which of my important notebooks it might have contained. Shocked students from all over campus formed a crowd around the demolishment. A group of terrorists arrived in front of the crowd, with the fallen buildings as their backdrop. These guys were also members of the Russian mafia, and it was clear that they were responsible for this. I was clenched by an angered sadness due to people dying needlessly. The leader of this group was an older guy with a goatee who I eventually recognized as Ra's Al Ghul, the fanatical cult leader who had trained Batman in martial arts. The Russian mafia guys were walking around, grabbing civilians from the crowd and holding their hands up behind their heads, possibly killing them eventually. Ra's Al Ghul stepped right up to me in the crowd and said that they need "one more head," meaning I was to be killed with the other civilians up front. He began lifting me almost upward, possibly via telekinesis, while I violently struggled in terror for my life. Nearby students, a guy and a girl, were grabbing my arms to hold me down, and Ra's Al Ghul eventually gave up. I decided that I ought to get home, but I had not the slightest idea in which lot my car was parked. When I finally spotted what I thought was my car, a student next to me said that it was his, which was true. I was later meandering around an unfamiliar shopping mall. It was very likely nighttime, and the inside was dimly but warmly illuminated. Thin wood paneling covered many wall surfaces. I entered what was likely a sporting goods store with shoes everywhere. I noticed that one of the employees looked strikingly like Ra's Al Ghul. Indeed it was in fact him, only now cleanly shaven and with a more conservative hairstyle. I inquired about his identity and he urgently ushered me out of the store with the intent of talking to me intensely. He clearly did not expect or want me to recognize him in this common civilian disguise.