Surprised with his own actions, Lucius attempted to remember what propeled him to such a heroic state.  Never in his life has he sacrificed himself for the better good, nor the well being of others.  Granted, he has thought about it on several occasions, and wondered what life would be if he had been a better person, or simply a decent neutral one.  As he attempted to critically think about his state, the fog of alcoholism slowly creeped over him and overcame his mentality with one single thought, booze.  And yet, a distant squeaky voice called out to him and with it, the fog dissipated and an instinct overcame him.

"Mister..." said the brave little girl decked out in pink and black.  "...my momma is is going to be mad when I get home...can you explain to her what happened?"

Lucius, dumbfounded at such a request, fool-hardedly agreed, though knowing that no mother in her right mind would reasonably listen to a urine-stench street peddling son-of-a-whore alcoholic walking anyone's precious daughter home.  She's more likely to bull a shotgun from behind the door and shoot him in the privates than offer a lemon scented tea sprinkled with rum.  But walked Lucius did.

As they walked together, the little girl slowly raised her hand and held Lucius's hand within her tiny black her.  "Thank you Mister!  I don't have many friends, this means a lot to me!" said the little girl.

Never having felt the warmth of another as an adult, the sensation that overflowed Lucius was unbelievable.  Could this be what being a father feels like, though Lucius.  "What's your name, kid?"

"Annabell" said the little girl, with a heart so big it could explode ay any minute.

Slowly walking up the stairs, Lucius felt it would be better to let the girl's hand go before her mother saw and drove her into a manic state.  Yet, as the hands slowly unclasped and departed, Annabell's mother walked one of her client's out the door.  With disheveled curly hair, shorts to short to be shorts, and a bra the motherly instincts of drug-induced motherhood took over. 

Without a single word, maniac mother reached behind the door, pulled out a shotgun, and shot Lucius through the heart.  Afterwards screaming, "My baby, are you alright?  What did that urine-stenched son-of-a-whore drunker do to you?"