Almost there. Just a couple of more steps, and he was on the last skytrain of the night. But there was no one on it. No one but him, a man who look suspicious with his ripped up clothes, looking like he just got into a fight. He thought that the man was homeless, judging by his looks.
Just a couple more stops and you'll be home, safe and sound, and then you'll never have to stay at work late ever again. He thought to himself.
The train stopped and all that came on was a little girl who was carrying a little Barbie backpack, and looked to be around five years old? Six or seven max.
Why was she alone? Is she an orphan? Did she run away from her home?
He approached her. "Where's your mommy?" He asked, knealing down to her level.
No response came from the tiny girl. She looked up at the other man in the train, then she turned and she stared down at floor of the train.
Suddenly, her head rose as she took her backpack off and took something out of it. Next thing he knows, the little girl approaching to the poor man sitting alone and asks, "I see you hanging awound, and I made a dwawing. Hewe!"
The other man looked at her, turning his hard face into a soft one, "Why thank you sweetheart. That's very kind of you. How about I take you back to your home. Your momma must be worried sick about ch'a!" He replied in a thick southern accent.
The little girl looked at him sadly and said, "I don't think mommy wants me to come home. I don't wike it when I'm home because mommy doesn't tweat me and my little bwubber nice."
He stared at the girl in suprised. She's a runaway? She should be in foster care! Maybe. Maybe she could live with me and my wife! We could finally have a child of our own!
That's when the the train came to a stop and he was at his destination. But he hesitated to get off because he wanted to know more about this girl.
But alas, coming to a decision that it wasn't worth it this late at night, he got off just in time before the train door closed and it sped off into the night.
