Susan's work day was over, her charges had been fed and bathed and sent off to say goodnight to their parents. It had begun cooling off as sunset approached and she decided to walk at least partway home and take in a shop or two.
She hadn't gone that far when she noticed a rather wild-eyed younger man - probably a little older than she. He was standing where an alley crossed the sidewalk, looking about at the passing parade of a New York evening.
"Oh... bother." Susan sighed. "Looks like another one," she said quietly.
Slowing her steps, she walked over to the man, trying to catch his eye. "My name is Susan Sto Helit," she said firmly. "You look a trifle lost. May I be of assistance?"