Meanwhile, inside the home, there was only one person. A person that had been sound asleep on the couch. However, something had disturbed them mere moments before he heard the knocking on the door (which was good, because otherwise the knocking would have gone unnoticed by him).

"What the!?" he exclaimed, looking around.

"...what is...?" he started to ask, before looking in the direction of the front door, where he'd heard the knocking.

"COMING!" he called out. "GIMME A SECOND!" he added.

He then slowly got up off the couch and quickly gave his body a bit of a stretch, before standing up and straightening out the wrinkles and rumples in his clothes a bit. He then pushed down some of the... wilder... parts of his bedhead, before sighing.

He walked over towards the door and looked out the peephole, only to see... nothing.

"Eh?" he mumbled, before opening the door... and seeing a little girl there.

"Ah?" he muttered, witnessing her.

"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked.

The man was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"Yes, of course." he responded.

He then stepped out of the way and let her enter, to which she did. He shut the door behind her, and was silent again, before shaking his head.

"Right." he said.

"Bathroom is up the stairs." he told her.

"Turn right, and it's the third door on your right." he said further.

"Got it?" he asked.

"........." the man was silent after she'd gone up to do her business.

He sat down in one of the chairs that were nearby, and thought about it.

"....hm." he mumbled.

"I felt... immense power from her." he said.

"For one so young..." he continued, before looking up towards the ceiling.

"......" again, he was silent, before getting up and making his way upstairs, to the bathroom door, and knocking lightly on it.

"Everything all right in there?" he asked through the door.

"...." again, he was silent for a moment.

"Uh, hey." he said.

"Hold up." he told her.

"Are... are you okay?" he asked.

"You seem a little... nervous? Scared? I dunno, something seems wrong." he commented.

"Where's your home?" he asked her.

"I can help you get there if you need it." he offered.

"...I... ah..." the man stammered.

"I... I see." he said.

"Well, I mean... why are you here?" he asked.

"Which is to say-" he then started to ask further, before pausing and sighing.

"Would it be better if I spoke English?" he asked, switching to the language in question.

"And would you mind answering a few more questions for me?" he asked further.

"Over something to eat or drink if you like?"

"I'll speak English then." he replied.

"Come on, let's go downstairs." he told her.

The two of them then made their way downstairs, and towards the kitchen.

"Hmmm." he mumbled.

"How about a nice croque-monsieur?" he asked.

"It's simple, quick, and I have some VERY good cheese for it." he told her.

"And what do you want to drink? Water, milk, or juice?" he then inquired.

He wouldn't lie to himself, that statement alarmed him.

"........uh.... right." he said.

"Sure thing." he told her.

The first thing he did was give her a tall glass of cold water with ice in it, before starting to make up what he said he would.

"...how long had it been since you've eaten?" he asked.

He was almost scared to know the answer right now.

That answer almost caused him to drop everything he was doing.

"....2 days!?" he exclaimed.

"...wait, locked out!?' he exclaimed further.

He then sighed, took a deep breath, held it, and let it exhale slowly.

"....calm... calm..." he mumbled to himself.

"All right..." he went on, before continuing what he was doing.

"Where... where are your parents...?" he asked her.

Again, the man was stunned.

"I... I... ah..." he stammered.

"Wow." was all he said.

He didn't know what else to say here, so he ended up making some awkward small talk with her, before bringing her the sandwich he'd made... and made sure it was a little fuller than he'd usually make it.

"Here." he said.

"Oh, one more thing." he added, before disappearing again and coming back with a plate of home-made madeleines he'd made a bit ago.

"Here you go."

"Why... what?" he asked in response. "Why am I helping you? Why do I care?" he asked further.

She just nodded.

The man then sighed deeply.

"Because I know the struggle of being left to fend for yourself. Without parents that care for you." he answered her.

"Granted, it's not the exact same situation. My sister and I were all we had. But we had each other. And we lived on the streets like urchins for... well... too long." he admitted.

"Eventually we were found by a kind man that took us in... gave us a home, food, comfort, warmth... things we didn't have." he went on.

"And... we all agreed that the best way to pay him back would be to... pay it forward." he continued.

"So I'm going to show the same kindness that I was shown so long ago. That, and I can't stand the thought of you being lost and alone here, especially when it's on a foreign continent, let alone country..." he then muttered.