All she said when he answered the door was, “please help me.” She then collapsed into his house. He kinda just stood there for a moment in shock, he wasn’t sure but he thought this might be the missing girl from the news. Realizing that her captor might be following her, he quickly drug her inside and slammed the door shut.

Panicked he paced in front of her, he couldn’t figure out what to do next. Was he to take care of her now? Had he become some sort of good samaritan? As long as he was thinking in cliches, would no good deed go unpunished here? He checked her pulse and he thought he felt something, couldn’t be sure he wasn’t a doctor or nurse. He ran to the kitchen and got some water in a cup and splashed her with it. That did nothing. He went back to pacing. Slowly but surely he regained his footing and realized he just needed to call 911.

As soon as he pulled out his phone there was a second knock at the door. This one was calm but firm. No where near as frantic as the first. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He called 911 and slipped the phone in his pocket. If he looked through the glass he’d have to open the door. If he didn’t answer he risked some forcing thier way in. Answering the door was the only way he maintained some control.

When he pull open the door the man was facing away from him. “Can I help you?”

He asked trying to sound as firm as possible.

The stranger turned around with a smile on his face, trying to look apologetic, “Hi, I know my sister is in there… She’s off her meds and just acting a little crazy. If you don’t mind I’ll just take her home and get her the rest and meds that she needs.” The stranger took a step forward.

“Dont take another step forward. I do mind you assuming entry into my home and I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” the Samaritan answered.

“Don’t act like she isn’t in there. I’m concerned for my sister please don’t hold her captive.”

“I’m not holding anybody captive. You just be patient and we can sort this out the correct way.”

The Stranger took another step trying to look past the Samaritan. The Samaritan put his hand on the strangers chest and gave a slight push back offering one last warning, “If your stories true then you won’t mind showing some patience while the authorities come. I am sure they are on thier way by now. But don’t you take another step towards me and my home.”

The stranger shook his head, “The police?!That was a mistake…”

The Stranger made a move for something at his belt but the Samaritan was wise to it and drew his defense from his belt first.

The operator had sent for the police before shots were fired.