Maybe getting a bite to eat would clear your head. You suggest the idea, and Harrison isn't opposed to it. You'd be paying anyway because you'll never guess where he left his wallet. Deciding the walk was more worth it than attempting to get the garage open without that vile abomination finding you. The walk would be long, but it would be worth it. You look over at Harrison, he's checking the time in some vain attempt to forget how his girlfriend died in front of him and the way he acts. 8:32. He puts his phone up and looks over to you. "I used to hate having to eat there, but since this place near us is open 24/7, it's growing on me." You force a smile, knowing he is only saying that to keep his mind distracted. After trying to make mindless conversation with him, you'd arrived. Walking in and taking a seat, you saw there were only a very select few inside. You sat down, scanning the menu to see what it was you wanted to eat. Everything looks decent, at least for late-night breakfast foods. Deciding on what you wanted, you let the host know what you wanted. You set your menu down and had a look around. You heard the sound of eggs sizzling, saw a corkboard with a pinned missing person's poster, and the smell of bacon accompanying the grill. As your new host comes and gives you your food. which got done pretty fast, you glance toward Harrison. He's visibly frightened, staring at a guest of the restaurant. He seems damn sure something is wrong, but you don't see anything wrong. What will you do?