Anthony was still kind of reeling from the night, and everything that happened during it. The initial shock of it all had worn off rather quickly, leaving him just to ponder why all the bad and weird things happen to him and mostly only him. He eventually gave up on thinking about it and brushed it off as just bad luck or some cruel trick of the universe. It didn't really matter, now, did it?

He was walking on the streets, like he liked to do. It was made a bit more difficult by the fact that the pain in his leg was flaring up again (which was, actually, the sole reason for his little walk — trying to 'walk off' the pain), but it was nothing that he couldn't manage by himself.

That is, until it finally got the best of him and he just tripped and fell onto the ground.