(Disclaimer: this didn't actually happen to The Agent, but it DID happen to the friend of a friend. I like to personalize things, so let's pretend it happened to The Agent.)
So, The Agent was driving home late the other night, at 3 am. The roads were deserted. It was 28 degrees outside-- extremely cold for where we live.
The road runs parallel to a canal-- empty this time of year, but deep. As The Agent was driving by, he caught sight of something moving along the canal bank. It wasn't a dog... what was it?
The Agent decided to turn around and investigate. He found a little girl, barefoot and running along the canal bank. was younger than BK, she couldn't have been more than three years old. She was crying.
The Agent was able to scoop her up and carry her to his truck. He put her inside, wrapped his coat around her, and cranked up the heater to try to warm her up. Then he called the police. Within minutes, there were ten police cars on the scene.
What had happened was that this little girl was staying the night with Grandma and Grandpa. They had all gone to sleep without incident. Then somehow the little girl woke up and missed her mommy, wanted to go searching for her, and was somehow able to get out the front door.
The police had been looking for her for over an hour when The Agent came upon her.
This story didn't make the news or the paper, not because The Agent didn't want the recognition, but I suspect because the powers that be don't believe that happy endings make for good headlines.
So I wrote about it.