You looked at him like he's insane, seeing your food had arrived. You grabbed your fork and started to dig into your meal. After narrowly dodging your encounter with the first alternate, you worked up quite an appetite. You could probably eat the entire place out of food if given the chance to do so. You just kept eating, not even paying attention to your surroundings. After being about halfway done with your meal, you look up and see Harrison leaving the table. He went over to the bathroom and shut the door. You decide to humor him for a moment and look behind you at the lady across the diner that he was worried about. She wasn't even there, what was he even worried about? You decide to go back to your plate of food. It tasted incredible. You hadn't eaten anything this good in ages. Was it the fact that you were still alive and were just eating or was it the fact that the food was actually that good? You didn't know, nor did you care that much. You went to take the last bite and finished your meal. Harrison still wasn't back from the bathroom, which was odd. Standing up, you go to check on him. You open the door and don't see anything. You turn the corner and see him hunched over the toiler through the bottom of the stall. It sounds like he's vomiting. Asking if he's alright, he answers once he's done throwing his guts up. "I'm fine...that bacon just tasted super undercooked. I'll-" He retched again, almost starting again. "...I'll be fine." You decide to give him his space which he needs for the time being. Before you can go back to your table, you notice something odd lying under where the sinks are. A body of...it was Harrison. You turn around to face the stall seeing the face of someone you couldn't recognize. It was inhuman. "I'll be fine, let's just go back to our table." Its voice got more and more distorted as it spoke. "Just tasted super undercooked. I'm fine..." It's jaw broke itself open, surrounding your head and biting it clean off.