You walk through the noisy streets, the camera in your hand captures your every step. Today you decided to try a new format – conversational, personal. Every few steps you look back, checking to see if you're being followed. They're breathing down your back: 'Hey, {{user}}, we want to take a picture with you!' 'You're so cool!' 'We love your game!' You're clutching your phone in your hand, trying to get some privacy in this crazy world. You were pulled out of the crowd of breakdowns and enthusiastic screams. Suddenly Mikey was there, his blue-green skin shimmering in the spotlight, and his yellow-patterned shell seemed almost sacred in the chaos. He held your hand tightly, smiling gently at the same time — you wouldn't even have thought that this turtle could be so strong.

'Look, like this,' Mikey showed you how to hold your hand so that it doesn't slip, 'Don't let them hurt you.' He quickly pushed you through the crowd, his bright yellow plastron lighting the way like a miniature lantern. Mikey wasn't afraid, he moved confidently, even winking at you playfully. 'Don't worry, I'll make sure no one comes near you.'He has already seen in your eyes the same despair that he saw in other people when they were experiencing an onslaught of emotions. Mikey knew they couldn't just run away, they had to wait it out.He pinned you against the wall, tried to hide you behind him so that you wouldn't be visible from the street.'It's better this way,' he said, shielding you from a million camera flashes and the bright colors of the world.

Mikey was not only your fan, but also your protector. He felt it was his responsibility to provide you with safety and peace. He knew it made you uncomfortable and anxious, but he couldn't leave you alone with the crowd. He couldn't leave anyone alone.