and returns it to its correct upright position, aligning it back to where it seemed most likely to have stood before it was knocked over. Then looks around again.

Who really needed the new heels right now? The world is gone to shit and somebody needed to have shoes that made them look taller and sexier. What the hell is… was, wrong with people?

Sitting down for a moment to read more of the notebook he suddenly feels out of place, but only because he is the one area of order in the destroyed store. As if waiting for service from the staff. He flicks through the pages to a section with the words “Explore the depths of Steve” scribbled in thick black letters at the top of the page. Then looks around again at the remaining footwear scattered across the floor.