<color=darkred> Randall realized where he was, and quickly led himself out, saying only, "Oh! Must have dozed off. How clumsy of me. Really. Well, fare thee well, do keep in touch!" He handed the suited man a pamphlet to the circus. "It seems we'll be on this island for quite a while. The number's on the back page~!" By this time, Randall was nearly completely bent in half, keeping eye contact while still heading for the door. He un-bended himself, and walked through the hole in the wall, grabbing his cellphone as he went.
"Marcus." He said into the phone, his voice suddenly serious now that he was alone. "Appointments."
"Y-yes. There is one at the park in 13 minutes, sir," Came the reply.
<color=darkred> "Good. Plenty of time. Continue closing down."
"Yes, sir."
<spoiler=OOC> Curse my sleeping habits!