On Friday the 13th. I was standing on 13th st at midnight. I roam the streets full of emptiness until a hear a cry of fear. It was unusual I never heard it before. I follow the sound from the direction of my ears until I came to a sudden stop. It was a little girl sitting on a cold hard step. I stand for a few minutes to just watch before I go over. While stand there a whole lot of emotions rush into me. I went to go help her. I sit down next to her and try to communicate with her but nothing she just wouldn’t stop crying.