You scurry down the street, eager to get far away from Nicole's house before her brother can come after you. It is getting late and there aren't many trick-or-treaters outside.

After a few blocks, Marc and his friends catch up with you, armed with water guns.

Nicole sticks out her tongue. "So what? We're not afraid of a little water!"

Marc aims the water gun. "We filled these from the toilet!"

What will you do?

I'll run.
I'll hide.