*Waits and waits and waits, feeling like he'll be stuck in this queue forever, waits and waits and waits and is time really moving this slowly or is just him?*
*Realises that the voice in his head telling him to just leave isn't quiet anymore, it's screaming bloody murder at him.*
*Doesn't want to listen to it because he's one of the brave ones and the brave ones aren't phased by something as trivial as a shop queue but then he remembers that he has a history of confusing courage with stupidity.*