John quickly strips in the deserted restroom, and tosses his discarded clothing into a sink. Just as he begins to unzip the suitcase he hears the bathroom door begin to open. He jumps into a stall, and then after closing the door, sits on up on the toilet while holding the case on his lap.
He has to listen to someone use the urinal, and then complain about slobs using the bathroom. There are some noises which sound like thing being moved around, then the person leaves. John opens the stall door, and looks around. Ah, the coast is clear. But, wait, his discarded clothing is gone! A quick search reveals that they must have been taken away by a janitor, as the trash bins have also been emptied.
John sighs. There had better be something that he can wear in the suitcase. He opens it up and is unhappy to discover that it contains only women's clothing. A couple of skirts, some blouses, two suits, and bunch of lingerie. While sorting through the contents of the case John . . .