He was standing in the dark, mystified by what awaited him. He looked
to his left and saw his family. He looked to his right and saw his
fans. He was torn between what was right and what he wanted to be
right. Then he heard it, "help me." It was faint, but he answered it.
He took off running, gasping for breathe, "hold on, I'm coming." When
he arrived, the boy was trembling. "Its okay, no harm will come to you