Wyatt had woken up that morning to realize two things. One, that his cat had discovered the wonder of unrolling toilet paper in the middle of the night. Which meant he got to spent at least fifteen minutes cleaning up the pieces before scolding the cat, who couldn't have cared less. And the second thing he'd realized when he got up was that there was a significant lack of food in the apartment. Which he did not notice until he'd already decided he was hungry. So he was left staring at a near-empty cupboard, wishing he could find something, anything to munch on.
He did find a breakfast bar of questionable expiration, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he scarfed it down with little thought. After that, it was a quick shower before getting dressed and making his way to the closest grocery store. Grabbing a basket (because he had to have some way to limit what he'd purchase, since lugging it all back to the apartment wasn't going to be very fun) he started making his way down the aisles. He grabbed a few things here and there, then started towards the produce. Nothing better than an apple before heading off to the recording studio. He pursed his lips as he glanced over the various fruits, trying to figure out which colour to grab. That's when he felt something, or someone rather, take hold of his hand. Looking down, he was surprised to see a child holding on to his hand like he knew him. Wyatt didn't know any small children besides his little nephew, so it was quite a surprise and a mystery to him. That, of course, was when the boy looked up, a panicked look coming on his face when he realized that Wyatt was not his parent. "Whoa, whoa, it's okay," Wyatt said, kneeling down to try and calm the boy before he freaked out. "It's okay. You lose your mom?" he asked carefully, glancing up and looking around.