After searching around for a good half-hour, Andrew still couldn’t decide what to play.
A couple of the attendants had shot mean looks his way. A ponytailed one pointed none-too-subtly to a sign on the wall:
NO LOITERING
VIOLATORS WILL BE PLACED UNDER HOUSE ARREST.
Yeah, whatever, he scoffed. He stood in an empty space near the wall, trying to make up his mind.
He tried to move a minute later, but his legs seemed to have fallen asleep.