As you open the door, the rain rushes in past and through you. You blink away the encroaching cold air and look out onto the soaked porch. Leaning against the side of your doorway is a young frightened woman. She's wearing a wet shirt and jeans. Her long dark hair is soaked and tangled. She is clearly exhausted and upset. After a few seconds, she desperately appeals to you, I'm sorry ... I don't know where to go. I saw your light ... I need help. Can you help me? Please?
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