She lay there, staring at the padlock that lay on her door. "I...I'm...I'm homeless." She cried out. The strangers walking along the sidewalk looked at her, some looking sympathetic, but continued walking.
One stopped, however, and kneeled beside her. "What's your name, miss?" The stranger asks. She looks over, and notices his scraggly beard, mop of greasy auburn hair, quite ripped jeans, and a camo jacket that had seen better days. She, however, needed all the help she could get, even from a creepy man like him. "Autumn, sir."
He smiled at this. It was a creepy, almost stalker-ish smile. "I've noticed you've been crying. What's wrong, beautiful?" Autumn shuddered at the last word. 'Beautiful.' She, nonetheless, kept on. "I've just lost my house. I lost everything. I have nothing!" She sobbed into her hands, muffling her cries.
The man put a hand on her. "I have a way to fix it, my beautiful Autumn." He said soothingly, but to Autumn it wasn't at all soothing. This, nonetheless, peaked her interest. "Could you tell me, perhaps?" His smile got bigger at Autumn's question. "Oh yes, I can. But first, drink this." He said, pulling a canteen out of his jacket.