[b][u]Gary Riley[/u][/b]

Gary turned to the man who had approached, the same one who had taken a picture earlier. There was something vaguely familiar about him, come to think of it. He showed Gary a photo of a dragonfly, and Gary held his own photo up for a side by side comparison. His brow furrowed in mild confusion - they were exactly alike, only one was older. What were the odds that a dragonfly had landed in the exact same place and a picture had been taken at the exact same angle? Zero.

He was about to say as much, when the manager spoke up, explaining that calling the parents would be up to the sheriff.

Gary didn't entirely agree to that - after all, surely a parent would have the right to know that their child had gone missing. But there was some logic to it - no doubt the parents in question would drop everything they were doing to come here, no matter how important.

Watching the door was something he could do, at least. Then he remembered why he was here, and realized his boss would be pissed if he didn't bother to collect any sort of footage or pictures. With some hesitation and a somewhat guilty expression on his face, he pulled out his phone and accessed the camera, switching it to video. "I am here at the Fed Zone diner," he explained, switching the camera view and pointing it at the bathroom door, "one of the missing people have been sighted, a little girl named Maddie. She is-"

Gary paused, as suddenly roots began to grow underneath the door, while the door itself and the walls surrounding it began to rapidly crack and decay. And then the manager disappeared.

The oddly-dressed woman from earlier had now equipped a helmet and some sort of weird gun device. Was she some sort of cosplayer? Or had the paranormal happenings in town attracted some sort of ghostbuster LARP? Either way, what the hell was she doing? He moved his camera from the strangely-dressed cosplayer to the employee, who had taken charge and begun shouting for everyone to leave.

Gary rushed towards the door, accidentally knocking over in the process. He was the first to reach it, and immediately proceeded to hold it open, which would allow the other customers to more easily make their mistake. But he also kept his phone camera on, and zoomed in on the bathroom door. This way he could help and still keep an eye on the scene. "Everybody out!" he shouted. "Form a line! No stampedes!"