"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..."
John quickly pads into the bathroom, his latex feet squeaking on the floor lightly. He glances in the mirror as he gets to the suitcase; he sees a slim, athletic, woman’s body with a tiger’s muzzle and slit eyed eyes. Disturbed, he looks at the suitcase. There has to be something in it to help!
John unzipped the bag, holding his breath, "Reow, please let there be something in here..." He gazes inside. It's… empty. "Meow! Dimmit! This... this can't be..." Defeated, John starts to dig around on the inside of the bag with his paws (by now he has accepted what they were). Suddenly, he notices that the back of the bag has a compartment to it. He reaches inside and finds the latch. He grasps it and starts to slowly open it.
Inside he finds…