As I strolled down the street, lost in thought, I accidentally collided with a muscular policewoman, Diana. Flustered, I apologized, claiming I was lost. Without missing a beat, she demanded,

“I want see your ID."

Startled, I fumbled for my wallet, realizing that this encounter was about to take an unexpected turn. Her voice carried a stern edge as she informed me that someone matching my description was being sought.