“Run,” I whisper. I lock my eyes with hers. The snake-girl scoops up her plastic bag full of what I am assuming are her belongings. Nodding at me, she bends over near my feet and wraps her skinny fingers around the sunglasses and scoops them up. The snake-girl straightens her body back to a standing position. She looks me in the eyes unsure. It seems like wants to say something. She slides the sunglasses onto her young face. The girl lets out a heavy sigh and turns her back to me. I watch her disappear into the dark alleyway. I really hope I don’t regret sparing her life.