Padding along, Bryan only felt a light sensation of lightheadedness coupled with minor churns of his stomach.
"Must have been something I ate..." Muttering under his breath, barely thinking of his own condition. Instead, his mind clung to thoughts of his failed formula. Never had it fizzled like this. He stepped over the curb and headed through the threshold of sliding glass doors, passing into the market's cool interior. "....Perhaps I miscalculated one of the chemicals, or maybe boiled it too long..."
Bryan nearly bumped into a pile of boxes, barely halting himself before collision. They were thoughtfully stacked only a few feet before the doors. He frowned at them. They were definitely out of place, he noted and looked around.
Other customers walked by, unfazed by the boxes, while a crew of workers were grouped on the other end of the store. It appeared the place was enjoying some major remodeling. The far right side of the building was cleared of most displays and dotted with large machines. Bryan eyed one, looking it over and glancing at the man who approached it. With a thunderous roar of motor, it burst into life and began sluggish animation directed by the worker who pushed it. Customers idly continued their shopping despite this, passing the dust-coated workers with both carts and baskets.
"Figures they would be redoing the damn floors right now. Ugh, gives me a headache!" Bryan complained.
Rubbing his temple, but too sickly to care, Bryan headed towards an isle in preparation to shop.
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