Perspective.

THE MAN WHO WAS LATE FOR A DATE, A RESULT OF A WALMART KIDNAPPING

5:33 PM, Yet the date's due at six.

Unfortunately, Our protagonist, Dave, Needs to shit.

And he's currently on a highway, Driving.

DAVE
"Oh god, Oh fuck!"

He said, As time killed another minute, 5:34 PM.

The date's due in 26 minutes, and Dave's still gotta...

DAVE
"Shit!"

He pulls over to the nearest place with a toilet available, Walmart.

[PARKING LOT]

Speeding, Circulating the parking lot.

Hit the brakes, As soon as he found a spot.

That was...A bit poetic, Huh?

Anywho, He locks the car shut and rushes in, To the toilet, As time shows, 5:36 PM.

[WALMART]

Running all the way from aisle 1 to...How many aisles are there?

Ah, The toilet.

Finally, Kingdom come.

Dave enters the toilet, Locks the stall from green to red.

...Uh, We don't need to see him drop the bomb.

TIMEJUMP!

Wristwatch clocks up, 6 minutes killed, Now's 5:42 PM.

Unlocked the stall he did, Red to green.

He walks towards the sink, and...

A call.

Which Dave obviously picked up.

DAVE
"Yeah?"

SABRINA (Phone)
"Where are you?!"

Sabrina, The date.

DAVE
"Uhh, I'm...Stuck in a little traffic here, Bare with me, I'll be there in five."

Out of nowhere, A cooing noise came out from the second stall.

Dave, Distracted.

DAVE
"...I'll, Uh, Call you back, I'll be there, Soon."

Sets down his phone beside the sink after he hung up.

And thus, Dave walks towards the second stall, Approaching the mysterious cooing noise.

Kicks the door open, He did.

And a baby wearing blue, There was.