Mister Reis kept his eyes glued to his phone's screen, easily ignoring the annoying employee who somehow felt the most important thing to do while the diner broke out into chaos and people were literally disappearing was single him out to harass even as he was on the phone trying to save his dear manager's ass.

His heart skipped a few beats. She had indeed [i]disappeared[/i]. He'd watched it twice, once in slow motion. The video could not lie. He hadn't even gotten high yet, so his eyes weren't lying either. And then there were the vines twisting and swelling like they were in a time lapse video... only in real time.

[color=gray][i]"I don't care what the 911 dispatcher said, this is an emergency. Get your people down here now!"[/i][/color]

He immediately threw his phone at the suitcase girl. [b]"Here's the video.... wait, what the hell are you wearing?!"[/b] His eyes lingered jealously on the abundant bits and bobs of her stunning cyber/steampunk cosplay helmet and heavy armament, until he remembered he was in the middle of an ongoing crisis. [b]"Just put that thing away before the cops come and shoot you because they think that's a real gun."[/b]

[b]"Wait! Get away from the door!"[/b] He sprinted the rest of the way to the group huddled outside the restrooms, grabbed a ketchup bottle in one hand and a mustard bottle in the other, and then simultaneously squirted them both at the door. [b]"If that mess doesn't disappear or rot away in just a moment, we're going in."[/b]

[b]"We'll be there in just a moment! Are you okay in there?!"[/b], he yelled as loud as he could at the door.