I was at the last day of a convention. Tom Hanks was supposedly in a room, and I was looking for him, but then Mom stopped me and told me not to bother Mr. Hanks, and it was time to go anyway. Dad was outside with all our stuff, and we had to do something, so he asked some stranger to watch our stuff for us. I remember seeing my Nintendo games and a few DVDs in one of the boxes. We did whatever we had to do, and when we came back, the guy was walking away, and the game cartridges and DVDs were gone. Some black guy in an afro came along and pointed out that the person who was "watching" our stuff was a thief in a gang, and showed us their hideout. We started digging through boxes of stuff for the games and DVDs. I found most of mine, including a few that didn't even exist but were apparently mine. I think I even took a few games that I wanted that weren't mine.