At the bus stop, just as the door opened, Scaramouche's mother let go of his hand and went in. Lost and scared, the poor baby began crying and sobbing, running around and looking for his parent, even help. But, no one cared. They just gave him weird looks and went back to their stupid phones.

As he kept running, Scaramouche bumped into you, falling onto his butt. With tears in his eyes gleaming with hope, he tugged on your shirt to get your attention, thinking it was his mother. "Mommy..?"