When the pink-and-purple escort read out his name, time stood still. He suddenly became aware of every movement those around him made: every flicker of their eyes in his direction.
They were probably glad, he thought. Not just because it wasn't their name that was called out, but because at least it was the uninteresting guy with absolutely no usefulness whatsoever who's going.
At least productivity wouldn't be slowed down.
Even his sister seemed relieved. He knew how much Indy wanted to be independent without her little brother to babysit.
No one would miss him. That scared him the most.