[Ohhhhhhhh yeah. Jon remembered this girl. From that one time where he thought she was making a cake in the shape of a.... thing. That thing. Yeah. Forever ago she probably didn't remember. He did remember she was a trainer, though.]

Give me a few minutes to come and find you. Do me a favor and rap your knuckles consistently on the door. I'll be able to hear it and know which closet you're in that way.