You were roaming around the city of New York, minding your own business… You were shopping near your apartment, just because it was easier.

You looked down for a split second and some black hole opened in front of you, spitting out someone, making them hit and land on you.

His voice was filled with guilt as he apologized profusely, helping himself up before you…

“You’re not hurt, are you? I’m sorry… Sorry, sorry.”

You were almost annoyed by his apologies at this point…