“ I look like a ballerina, but I'm too short though,” she said. Looking at me into my surprised wide eye stare. “Well, don't you seem to have lots of energy,” he said looking at me. She danced around for a moment longer, twirling her hands up in the air like a ballerina and she told me “I love you”, “I love you” she said. Widening her stare so that I could see the brown of her eyes, and then she sat down again and started to cry putting her hands across her eyelids, I moved over to her lap placing my hand on her wrist as she got irritated and frustrated and pushed my hand away from her wrists and then she moved against the wall of the subway backing into it as I backed away. I didn't say anything as I backed away and she looked at me as if I did something wrong, as she was startled. I stood in the subway, stepping a little and then putting my hands on my hips. “I didn't know what to do, so I said “”let me take you home””, and she looked at me and got sad, and then