It had been quite a while since I went out.

I was going to the hospital and also doing some grocery shopping.

"Hm, sure, these days everything gets delivered right to your door by robots, but there's something nice about picking out groceries yourself."

Chris hummed a little tune as she picked out fresh meat, vegetables, and cheese.

Next to her, I sat in my wheelchair, piling snacks and treats on my lap.

The grocery store was pretty quiet in the afternoon.

It was a weekday, and in this world, which was more advanced than the faint memories of my …