“Who are you?”
The challenge is delivered with the force of a sentry. Fatigues and assult rifles; cheap suits, sunglasses, and earbuds; chain mail and spears. You shall not pass!
I reflexively drop to one knee. “I’m the paramedic. Who are you?”
The snick of well-oiled steel flashes between us as the assault rifles and spears disappear. The mighty protector shrinks into a small girl.
“Are you hurt at all?”
“Mind if I go check out your mom?”
The force is strong in this one. I wish you well, child. I see greatness in your future.