Hooray. Shopping time. Miles tries to avoid shopping as much as possible, because he feels like it's a waste of time. It's not like he cooks, because he's still chilling at the Dreaming Bridge like a delinquent college student, but he does need to have some reasonably shelf-stable food to eat without giving it much thought as he works on a story.

An Arybar brushes past him, knocking him off-balance, and as Miles turns to swear at him, he stumbles backwards and scratches his arm on something. When he regains his balance, he glances at it - a spinning wheel. The wound's annoying, but not too much bother; the nanites will take care of it in about a minute. He looks from the scratch to the spinning wheel again, its spindle unusually sharp.

"Okay, who left this here? It's kind of dangerou--" His eyes suddenly roll back in his head and he collapses, darkness claiming him.