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"What in the hell...?"

David watched, frozen next to the bathroom door, as all the events played out. With the lady behind him having a panic attack and getting evacuated by the other journalist who'd also sprayed the tiger with copious amounts of fire-fighting foam, the idiot young lady with a real gun who'd fired it into the bathroom, everything was chaotic and noisy and frenetic. But only he noticed the young boy standing behind the bathroom wall that had crumbled for reasons unknown, disappearing into the brush as he apparently commanded the tiger to follow him. Without pause, he raised his camera and attempted to snap a picture of the boy's retreating form, pushing the shutter as soon as he had his camera up.

The diner, now mostly abandoned, was silent save for the noise of the people outside. David stood up and dusted himself off, giving the diner and its bathroom a once-over with his eyes. Mostly abandoned was right, but what puzzled him was the mysterious hole in the wall of the bathroom. The young lady with the weird armour and functioning gun had disappeared into it as well, but he'd chalked that up to all the strange occurrences that were bombarding the diner. After all, who in the world had access to that kind of technology if they weren't strange to begin with?

He turned to see the journalist and the other lady being confronted by some guy in a skirt with a knife. The confrontation wasn't too heated though, as the skirt guy gave over what appeared to be the lady's belongings in a duffel bag. David walked over to the journalist whose name he'd failed to get and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm going in after her. If I don't return, well, tell the story of what happened here. Make sure the name David Sawyer doesn't go down the drain. I've covered wars, y'know."

That said, he turned and headed into the bathroom. The hole in the wall mystified him; from the front, it looked like it headed into some sort of forested area, overgrown by vines and weeds. But he knew on the opposite side of the wall was the parking lot and street, not this...weird misty place. He raised his camera and took a picture of the hole, framing it against the rest of the untouched wall. Then, with a deep breath and a roll of his shoulders, David stepped through the hole and into the unknown.

"Now, where's that lady with all the armour gone..."