“911 what’s your emergency?”

“I’ve uh- just found an unconscious woman off of Pine Crest Drive.”

The young man’s voice trembled, "She looks my age, about 20 or so."

“Is she breathing sir?”

“Yes, she is, her stomach is moving up and down,” he took a deep breath,

“Um, so- she’s wearing this pink dress that looks like it’s been ripped to shreds by a person or some animal or something. I have no idea how long she’s been here.”

“Is she injured?”

“No. No, I don’t think so. She doesn't have any scratches or bruises or anything like that. She could've gotten run over though! She was laying right in the middle of the road!"

"Where is she now?"

"She's on the side of the road with me, I'm crouched next to her."

“Does she have any ID or personal belongings on her person?”

“No, she doesn’t have a purse or anythi- oh my god. I- she’s waking up!”

The woman's eyes fluttered open and she winced.

Her voice was hoarse as she clutched her head,

"Où... suis-je? Que se passe-t-il?"

"She's speaking... french? I think? Yeah. It sounds like french."

"Sir, you said you were on Pine Crest Drive?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I just notified an ambulance and police are also on their way, what color is your car"?

"It's bright orange, you can't miss it. Please hurry!"

He hung up his cell phone and felt the woman's head. No fever. He spoke to her gently,

"Do you speak English?"

Tears rapidly ran down her face as she began to screech, "Aidez-moi! Je ne comprends pas! Où suis-je?!"

His eyes pleaded with her, "No, no! Please don't cry, don't scream." He gently wrapped his arms around her, and after a minute she stopped screeching.

"Je veux rentrer à la maison..." she quietly cried into his flannel shirt, soaking it with her tears.

He held her tighter, "I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I'm going to help you get through this. Whatever is going on, I'm here to help."

Both of their ears perked up.

Suddenly the faint sounds of an ambulance and two police cruisers became louder and louder until they rounded the corner and stopped a few feet away.

A blood-curdling scream echoed across the road and into the forest as the woman now clutched him in a death grip, shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhhhh, shhhh, they are here to help you. It's going to be okay."

They both slowly rose to their feet as two medics and a police officer approached. The young man gently took the woman's hands off of him and motioned her towards the female medic. She offered the woman a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders,

"We can take her from here, we're taking her to the hospital on Jefferson."

The woman had tears streaming down her eyes again. "Wait. I need to go with her."

The police officer spoke up, "Hi, I'm Officer Mark."

The two shook hands, "I understand that you're anxious, but before you can go to the hospital I just need to have you answer a series of questions first. It's just protocol, I'm sure you understand."

The young man nodded, meeting the woman's eyes as she entered the ambulance.

Officer Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook with a pen and took the pen cap off with his teeth, "Alright son, can I get your first and last name?"

"My name is Peter. Peter Charming."