[h3]September 4th, 3 P.M.[/h3]
The camera shop door's bell rang again as it closed behind Max, this time leaving him outside. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, tightly grasping the memory stick he purchased, and made down the pavement.

Max's eyes were so fixated on the street ahead that he only noticed the toppled Linus when his name was called. 'Linus?' he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. 'What are you doing on the floor?' He offered a hand to Linus and pulled him to his feet. 'Getting stuck in your head again?' he chuckled. 'You need to look where you're going.'