The girl couldn't have gone far, but that didn't help much with all these newly sprouted plants blocking the view. He wondered just how far this curse was going to spread, but quickly banished the thought from his mind. Giving in to despair was not an option.

He blazed a trail through the sinister vines and crumbling piles of asphalt, keeping his eyes and ears out for any prowling tigers, strange antlered kids, the girl, and any other unfathomable dangers that were undoubtedly around the corner. He didn't get very far when a sound caught his attention. A woman's voice. And judging both by her mannerisms and the amount of sense she was not making, there could be no doubt it was that same rambling heckler from when they were charging into the restrooms. Luckily she didn't seem to be talking to mister Reis, so he carried on his way, making an effort to be especially stealthy to escape her notice. He didn't know why she was out here instead of back with the police, but it sure made him feel better that someone had volunteered to be tiger bait.

Back to the matter at hand, if he was the cosplayer girl, where would he run off to? Come to think of it, she had acted somewhat calm throughout the whole ordeal, almost as if she had expected this to happen. Was she somehow responsible for this whole mess? All the strange things started happening soon after she entered the diner, with the first strange event arguably being her entrance.

Unfortunately, he had no idea where the girl would head off to, and didn't want to try yelling out to her again until he was farther away from the heckler lady. But he had another idea. He kept following the remains of the road, heading towards the bus stop where he'd seen a phone booth earlier. It wasn't everyday you came across such ancient technology lying around, a true testament to this town's backwardness if there ever was one. Here's hoping it still worked.