He startles like a rabbit. His hand loses its grip on the mirror and there's a thump as he falls forward, stomach colliding with the sharp edge of the sink. He catches himself on the counter to stop himself from dropping completely and remains there, frozen, staring at his own wide eyes.

No one is in the stalls. He checked. He looked.

He wheels around, searching for cameras, monsters with impossibly large gullets, anything. It sounds like a boy, but he can't be sure. He can't be sure of anything anymore.

"Who'sit?"