It was a clear night. The city wasn't so loud in the alleys. A lonesome man stumbled his way along the damp, dimly-lit concrete. Jason - he reeked of pot and booze. Just a little while ago, he was getting high at his friend's apartment, but now he was so baked and so dizzy, trying to make his way home.

Suddenly, a man in black leapt from a manhole and bound Jason's wrists. Jason, so disoriented, could only think to shout, "HELP!"

You lived a few buildings down, and at that moment you were disposing of your trash in the dumpster. You heard the man's call for help - keeping in mind you always kept a pocket knife on you. What would you do?