You sigh, drying yourself off with a towel after a good afternoon's practice. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Zander creeping away again. You decide to follow him; he's certainly very annoying, running off like that. He pushes aside the men's restroom door, and you silently slip in. "Zorp, galahy...urnimah." What the hell? You're still hiding when light blinds you...and holy shit. Zander's some sort of alien?!