"How'd I ever get myself into this mess..." John peeks his head over the counter and takes a look at the crowd passing by. It's starting to thin out.
"Meow, this is my chance... I've got to get out of here, and turn myself back somehow... Reow... What am I going to do..."
Looking around he spied a few places he could take cover in. The bathroom which he came out of was always an option, though there was a cleaning crew nearby. Maybe he should try to snag another suitcase and sneak off in some ordinary clothes... John's mind was spinning. The real problem was this suit, or rather, him being a latex tiger. He had to find some way to undo it. As he looked around, John spied security hauling off a man wearing a T-Shirt with a tiger on it. It was a long shot, but maybe that was the guy?
John let out a worried meow, "Oh man, there's too many decisions..."