"Yes, I--I-- heeaSSCHOOO!! I-- maybe we better get outta here before I--I... IEEYYAAACHOOOOOO!! HYEESSHOOO!! HYEEASCHHOOOOOO!!" Mac sneezed in quick succession, pointing back out the door. "This was a bad idea-- shoot, okay-- uhm, safe place, we need a safe place!"
The crowd of sneezing people was as funny as it was to look at as it was strange and fascinating. It was like some villain had set off a chain of pollen bombs just to spite a bunch of furs. Deep inside Mac's soul was a ghost who was letting loose poors of strange, ecto powers capable of making people sneeze without rhyme or reason. Mac didn't feel like questioning it, just that he hoped that it would end soon! If this ghost, or his pals, got ahold of Mac's companions-- there was no telling.
Thankfully the possession hadn't gone full swing yet. Mac still was in control of his body. But who was to say for sure if he started to act... well, 'proud' of his efforts. All the meanwhile in the hectic crowd of sneezer pleasers, they were bumping and running into Mac, Amber and Lynne in an effort to try and stop their own sneezing. Some were trying to get out of the house, knocking Mac on the floor. Others were thinking it was funny, gross, annoying, and panicking thinking it was some epidemic.
"We gotta find a place to-oof!" Mac said, now buried deep in a crowd of gatherers all around him. "Help!"