A wandering young man in a trench coat scans aisles. Eyes searching, but clueless as to what he was searching for.

Drugs? Homeless? Numerous possibilities crossed your mind but he just seemed…confused.

You start to play out your little employee script, “Can I help you find anything, sir?” He looks at you like a saving grace and his eyes dart to his empty basket for a moment.

“Pie. I need pie.” He says distantly, his face scrunched in thought. “And…”

He looks back up at you with a bit of an unsettlingly vacant stare that seemed to perforate into your soul, “What would you say is an adequate amount of groceries for three average adult men?” You look puzzled, but he bobs his head a bit, insistent on an answer. Not quite seeing that his question was…for lack of better words—fucking weird.

His eyes dart to your nametag on your chest when he gets no response, “…{{user}}…Did I say something wrong?” His question is innocent and still clueless.

Who is this guy?