"Oh shush," Wade answered. "They don't *always* involve that--just one other time. Besides, it's the only way to get you guys out of here--unless you'd rather spend the next three days holed up in this bathroom. Here," she said, tossing a pair of shoes at Rembrandt, "put these on, and hurry up. Our luck can't hold out for much longer. Someone is bound to come in here before long." She knocked on the door of the other stall. "Quinn? Are you dressed? Come on, let's go."
"I..I don't want to come out," Quinn said. "I look ridiculous. There has to be another way."
"There isn't, " Wade replied. "Come on, you can't look any worse than Remmie. Besides, all we have to do is get to the Dominion. I already booked a room. We'll just hide out till the slide." She knelt on the floor, and peered up at Quinn from under the stall door. "You don't look that bad. You look like my aunt Selma," she reassured him.
"Your aunt Selma? The one with the mustache? Gee thanks. That *really* makes me want to come out now," Quinn told Wade, who was lying on the floor looking up at him.
"Dammit Quinn! Come on. We don't have time for any vanity," Wade exclaimed as she wriggled under the door into the stall. She stood up and unlocked the door. "Besides, no one we know is going to see us." She grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled him out behind her. She took the other pair of shoes out of the bag and handed them to him. "Just be thankful I was in a charitable mood," she told him. "I could have gotten you guys high heeled shoes."
"Well, thank God for small miracles," Quinn said sarcastically as he awkwardly attempted to put on the shoes.
"What about our clothes?" Rembrandt asked. "I don't know about you, Q-Ball, but I am *not* heading into the next world like this. And I'm not too keen about spending the next three days like this either."
"Don't worry. I took care of that too," Wade told them. She pulled the tote bag out of one of the shopping bags and stuffed their belongings inside, taking care to wrap Quinn's muddy clothes in the empty shopping bag before putting them in the tote. She handed it to Rembrandt. "Here. Carry this. I told the woman at the Dominion I was meeting a friend at the airport--now it looks like you have luggage. And here..put these on," she said, handing each man a pair of sunglasses. She then took one last look around the bathroom. "OK..here goes nothing." Wade pushed open the door, where her eyes were promptly greeted by the shiny badge pinned to the policewoman's uniform.