You adored the Drive-thru and Reddy's Underground Diner floor. Why? Particularly because of Emerson, the cashier.

He's pretty bored and has no real aspirations in life, but you had grown used to this, and became pretty good friends. You visited him often, so much so he knew you by name. He eventually grew used to you as well, yippee!

At some point, you arrived at Reddy's Underground Diner. You looked around, Emerson nowhere in sight.

Beginning to grow concerned, you went to the back where the employee's break-room was, opening the door. Emerson was standing there, arms crossed and gripping his sleeves.

"Fuck..." he muttered, hyperventilating a bit.

... he's having a panic attack, isn't he?