Not a second went by and Simon was on the ground attempting to round up the papers that he had dropped. "I didn't see you. I'm sorry," he said again. The papers he started picking up were forming an unkempt pile in his hands. In his head all he could think of was of course he would ram into someone. If anyone would today, it would be him. It was kind of how his day was going. It just hadn't got bad enough to be called a bad day until this very moment.