(Open to Prince Nuada, although it's not him that she's following in this scene)

Of all places to be broken down, it just had to be near the Brooklyn Bridge. Algoma sighed and shook her head. "This is just great.... now what am I going to do?"

She checked her pockets and groaned when she realized that she had completely forgotten her cell phone. She never liked them, and now she hated them more for it not being here when she needed the pesky thing. She kicked the wheel to her car and stole a look around.

"Well there's plenty of people around here, maybe I could flag someone down.......wait a moment....?"

In the cornor of her eye, she could have sworn she saw something. If she turned away a second too late she knew she would have missed it completely. She pocketed the keys to her car and curiousity won the Potawatomi girl over. Was it a person, or something else? She rose her eyebrows and moved in the direction of that thing, shivering when she realized it was leading her under the bridge.

"H...Hello....!" she cried out, realizing that it might have been a homeless person. But it was smaller then an adult... maybe it was a child? "Hello, are you there...?"