Sean stretches as he walks through the wide aisle between booths. "Nothing beats a convention atmosphere," he says, crossing his arms behind his head, grinning widely. As he walks, his eyes scan the crowds, showing that even when he was relaxed, he never lets his guard down, until they come across a certain person who, for some reason, makes it impossible for him to look away. He was so focused on her, he didn't notice the can, dropped by some careless convention-goer, which he feels roll under his foot, making him fall forward. Soon, somehow, his vision goes black as something happens to him most men would kill for.