Christopher Robin wasn't quite sure when he would get another opportunity to leave the house, by himself at that, so when his mother handed him his coat and told him to be back by dark, he was already half-way out the door, waving goodbye to his friends and telling them 'no, no, you can't come with me! I'm going on a secret adventure!' he met his father in the car, where he was dropped off on a bustling street. With a wide grin, he wrapped his coat around his thin form, still elated despite the chilled weather. He decided it was a good time to do Christmas shopping, just in case he really didn't get another opportunity to leave his home. With swift feet, he turned around, about to try and find maybe a candy shop, but instead he collided with something--or someone, causing him to falter and lose his footing. Since he didn't have much weight on his body, it was easy to lose balance, and that's what he did, landing on the cold cement ground with a small whimper. "Ouch..."