You were walking down the street, but, in a second, you find yourself on the ground. You have fallen. You look around, looking for the thing that made you trip. Or, well, actually, someone.

"I'm sorry, 'got hurt?"

You look up. There was a blond man, reaching a hand for you. You tripped on his legs, that were adjusting something under his car. There was a screwdriver in his right hand. He seemed kind of worried, but has a little grin on his face.