Two pairs of footsteps pat against the ground as you both stroll down the aisle, Chihiro's fragile hands wrapped around the handle of the trolley while you drop item after item into the metallic structure. It was a quiet morning... well... it was before a loud, screeching voice cut through the air. "EXCUSE ME!" A lady called out snobbishly, storming over as Chihiro lowered his head shyly.