Merlin's strangely early shift at work had finished - he'd 'just felt' that he'd have to come in for a morning session and low and behold had been 'luckily' on hand to help out when one of the staff members called in sick - and he just wanted to concentrate on getting home and getting some sleep in hopes of evading the dreams that had plagued him all night last night when he was metaphorically smacked in the face by the vision equivalet of a house brick.
He couldn't place the things he was seeing, and he couldn't actually see where he was going either. He stumbled, guided by nothing but fate who lost interest in him after he'd pushed off from a shop wall to stagger out into the street, smack bang into someone, the force of the collision sending him tumbling down to the ground where the swirl of colour, shapes (and the word 'artichoke?') immediately stopped.
He panted to catch his breath as though he'd just stepped off some high-speed rollercoaster, looked up at Zach with big apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll get you a new one." he said, seemingly out of nowhere.