A trip to the bathroom

You've been drinking quite a fair bit of cold lemonade, so you decide that its time to hit the good ol' shooting range. Problem is, you don't know where it is, and the place is massive.

You look around and take in the surroundings. The group of people you know are by the bar laughing and absorbed in their own Devin-less world, Vincent is nowhere to be found, and neither is Miranda. You see a few other people stream in, none of whom you can recognize. Alone again, as you always are.

Feeling the urge, you stand yourself up from the chair, and notice a few options ahead of you.