Ah, he's fine. In the hour that he was gone, we only made like twenty dollars, and more than half of that was in people paying late fees, so I probably could have afforded to lock up.
When he walked in, dripping wet from head to toe, a little girl, about four, looked at him and screamed "RAIN MONSTER!" and ran into the back room, which nobody under 18 is allowed in. Her mother dropped everything in her arms, including her purse and about ten DVDs, and ran back to get her, shouting "Caitlin! Only grown-ups are allowed in there! Come back!" She ran in, and then came out with Caitlin under her arm. Caitlin was giggling and saying a certain body part over and over.
That was about 7:30.