Sefton sighed. The day had just been dragging on much too long. First, his original job had been canceled, since the person he had been filling in for unexpectedly returned to work. Now that he had moved on to the second job earlier than planned, he was being run all around the city to deliver small packages, or pick up lunches, or anything the employer could think of, really.

Stepping up the elevated part of the sidewalk that would lead to the busier district, a flash of something shiny caught his eye, and he turned to look automatically. Then, he found himself regretting it. It was that guy—Chivy—again. What were the odds? America wasn't a small country by any means, yet they continued to run into each other more and more frequently, despite Sefton's best efforts to try new traveling companies and take different routes to his eventual destination.

What was he doing, anyway? It looked like he was trying to convince the man he was talking to of... something, with some shiny objects jangling around in his hands.

Unfortunately for Sefton, he had continued walking even after spotting Chivy—and bumped into someone equally as distracted as he. With an unexpected yelp and a failed attempt at regaining his balance, Sefton slipped off the side walkway onto the unassuming passerby below.