Moving through the empty streets of the sleeping city, Amelia peered into dimly lit windows. The moonlight cast an eerie glow. She found a house with someone awake and approached the window. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you. I’m quite thirsty,” she murmured, her voice coaxing and almost helpless. “Could you bring me something to drink? I’m not a thief. If you could just let me in…”