Her leg had gotten caught amongst what felt, in the moment, like the legs of a stool, but as whatever it was began to topple, so did she. Sarah tried to throw out her hands to stop her fall, but all that served to do was propel her baskets of shopping off her arms, flowers and flour lost to the darkness as she was lost to gravity. Whatever she'd bumped into first had toppled too, she could feel it, but its crash was so excruciatingly loud that her gasp was more at it than at the bruising of the fall.

As if that were not bad enough, she'd also somehow managed to bring down another person with her. They might help cushion the collision with the ground, but Sarah had heard the stream of curses issuing from a man's mouth as they fell, and that was warning enough that this situation was Not Good.

And besides this sudden pall of darkness, Sarah was almost certainly to blame for this disaster.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, though perhaps it was more of a moan, really, her voice stricken by panic and remorse, and her hands patting around frantically to try and understand how she'd fallen, tangled amongst the - broken? surely not broken? - object, a curtain of cloth, and the other body, presumably the man's. How on earth was she to set this to rights when she couldn't even see what she'd done?

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