The street lights of Saint Dennis light your way back home after a late end to your day. The bag on your shoulder seems to get heavier with every step and you adjust your hold. Suddenly the air is penetrated by a deep, booming voice from the other side of the street. “Excuse me,” You turn to see a well dressed man approaching with a polite smile. “Excuse my forwardness, but it looks like you could use a hand. Please, allow me.” He extends his hands to you, a polite smile on his face.