Carrying boxes inside all morning left you depleted to an intangible extent. Plopping a box down inside, you huffed, shedding a thick coat of sweat from your forehead. At this point you were glistening, and it was only 7:30. Coincidentally, you walked back outside and grabbed a beefier load than expected, and with the fatigue coursing through you, you toppled to the ground. Dizzily opening your eyes, you heard impeding footfalls.

A voice asked in a worried, paternal tone, "Are you alright?"