All I heard were screams. I didn't want to enter the rickety barn, but I could not ignore the anguish that I heard inside. I searched my pockets for a weapon. Nothing but keys. I clutched the longest one between my fingers and slowly opened the rickety barn door. Stepping inside, I discovered that the screams were coming from the back of the barn. I didn't see an obvious "bad guy," so I raced forward.

The screams were coming from underneath a large pile of hay! I quickly dug through to real the face of a 10-year-old boy. I dragged him out and dusted him off.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Mister," the boy replied. "I'm Billy. I was looking for a warm place to sleep, and I got under the hay, but then a whole bunch more hay fell on me, and I couldn't move!"

"Well, you're safe now," I told Billy. "Where are your parents?"

"That's a long story."