Nothing else in the haunted house was scary, not that anything before that was
scary either. William supposed they were the wrong demographic for the haunted
house. He imagined it was designed for a younger audience.
After exiting, Casey asked, “What’s next?”
“Um.” William paused. “I think I need to find a restroom.”
William glanced ahead and spotted the Port-A-Potties.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he told her as he broke out into a sprint.
“Thanks for holding it in!” he heard her shout as the door shut behind him.