Stranger Danger was all he could remember. What was the rest of it? It was like some kind of secret code, something about when it was okay to ask a stranger for help. He wasn’t about to start crying again like some little kid. He would be brave this time.
He stood on a bench, tried to find her in the crowd. When he walked around all he saw was a forest of legs. He couldn’t even remember what she was wearing. And what was her name? Her last was the same as his, but what was the other one?