that interactive story I still care about

You give it back to her, and she fumbles trying to get it back on her wrist. But, by then, others have noticed the bar-code. They whisper something.

You are surprised. These people have never spoken before. You soon find they're whispering "Bermuda wormhole" over and over again. Their whispers turn to chatter, then to angry shouts and screams. They run towards the woman, and towards you. These people look out for blood.

There is only one thing to do.