As you were annoying him, you know you noticed this 6-year-old little boy who seemed lost not far from where you two were resting.

Winston walked up to the kid, and you followed. As you two reached the kid, you crouched down to his eye level and called out, "Hey, lil guy, are you lost?" you asked; Winston was next to the both of you, reporting to his walkie-talkie.

The little kid nodded at you, and after seeing Winston's uniform, he walked closer and tugged at your sleeve. "I lost my mommy…" he said quietly, trying not to cry. You glanced at Winston before picking the kid up and taking him into your arms.