But…


    “Ouch!” She almost sprained her ankle. His car was really high off the ground. She paused a moment


    to make sure she was okay. It dawned on her this was the first time she had gotten out of Wesley’s car


    without his help.


    But she didn’t have the time to care about that. She mmed the door behind her and rushed towards


    the crowd.


    People there were talking about what was going on, and that was when she finally knew. She raised


    her head to look at what was causing all the fuss. In the dim lights, she saw a little kid sitting on the


    balcony of the thirteenth floor, crying. The neighbors said it was a two-year-old boy.


    The neighbors had knocked on the boy’s apartment door for several minutes, but no one answered.


    They guessed that the kid was home alone.


    The boy walked to the balcony to look for his parents and then climbed onto the windowsill. It was


    dangerous since the balcony had no bars, nothing to stop him from falling. The kid could fall at any


    moment.


    Someone had already called the police, but they hadn’t arrived yet.


    ir looked around, scanning for Wesley, and saw him rush inside the building.


    ir wanted to follow, but the crowd was thick, and they weren’t interested in letting anyone through.


    After all, everyone had a hard-won vantage point, so naturally they weren’t going to Let anyone else


    take it. Not that she would stay there…but they didn’t know that.


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    She knew Wesley was hard at work saving people again.


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    She decided to wait for him in the crowd. He needed to concentrate or someone would die.


    Before long, ir saw a figure appear on the balcony of the fourteenth floor, right over the boy. Her


    heart leapt to her throat. The crowd erupted in cheers when they saw a man in a military uniform jump


    onto the windowsill above the boy.


    It was evening, and the fact that no Lights came from the windows on either side of the boy made it


    worse. Apparently no one lived there.


    The only Light came from that one unit on the fourteenth floor. That was why Wesley had to get there.


    ir saw Wesley clutch at the edge of the balcony with his hands and step on the air-conditioning unit


    jutting from the building. He carefully made his way to the boy.


    “Look, somebody is saving that kid. It’s that soldier. He asked us what was going on, then rushed in,” a


    person yelled.


    “He’s great. I can’t see what he Looks like, but he’s as sure-footed as a cat,” another person said.


    “I hope he stays safe.”


    “Yeah, God bless the child and the soldier.”


    ir had been Looking up so long her neck was sore. Wesley was still moving towards the boy step by


    step along the narrow edge. She anxiously prayed in her heart, ‘Please, let him be safe. Let him save


    the boy.’


    The sirens of the police cars and fire engines got louder and louder.


    Soon, they arrived at theplex. After a quick assessment of the situation, a few fire fighters rushed


    into the building with their tools on their backs.


    But then a dangerous scene met the gaze of the crowd, and they collectively gasped in shock.


    ir couldn’t help but shriek in anxiety too.


    The boy was overjoyed to see a solider approaching him. When Wesley could almost reach out and


    touch him, the boy suddenly stood up on the windowsill, waving to the big hero.