Since seeing Winter, Faizel hadn't been sleeping well. As though the pixie's face had opened a Pandora's box of bad memories, all which seemed to take turns haunting his dreams.

Tonight he was grocery shopping, but he was fairly certain he'd been staring at the same bag of crisps for nearly five minutes now. ...And his basket was, well, empty.

Rubbing his face, he sighed, picking up the salt and vinegar variety, then setting off to the fresh fruit and veg- And walking right into someone.

"Sorry, sorry," he said quickly. "My apologies."