Lonnie blinked back into focus as he lifted his head, looking around. His group had just moved on, splitting up to stay out of sight for a few days. Lonnie had been with a companion before they parted ways. Lonnie could keep himself out of trouble for a few days, right? He shook the thought from his head. He’d show the others that he wasn’t useless. He started down the main street. There were kids running about as he passed by, a smile tugging at his mouth. His hands came up to protect his face as he almost walked into a beam, chuckling as some onlookers laughed. ‘Bang up job already,’ Lonnie groaned internally. He saw the local authorities and ducked into the nearest alleyway, looking for somewhere to hide. The side door to a building was propped open, and Lonnie slipped into the dimly lit area. He shifted past boxes. There were dozens of glass cases with fish in them. He’d been so sidetracked looking at them all, he didn’t notice the person he’d walked into. He let out a yelp as his limbs tumbled, falling in a heap. “Aww shoot, I’m mighty sorry. I weren’t lookin’ where I was goin’.” He said, fumbling to help Anon sit up. “It was terribly ungentlemanly of me. I’m mighty sorry mi-…” his voice slowly died in his throat, blinking a few times as he finally looked at their face.

Oh. He thought, feeling his ears turning red.