The Right House
You dismiss the first knock on the door as a dream.
After all, it is late enough.
With the second knock you realize it’s not a dream.
You go to the door (in your boxers) and find a woman on your porch.
She says, “i may have the wrong house – my daughter has run away and I’m looking for emily’s house“.
You tell her “you do have the wrong house, try two houses down (a socialite 8th grader lives there who runs the neighborhood flower power network) a girl there will know where emily lives.”
You go back to bed and wonder if your response would be different if it was your daughter.
This realization cause you to get up (and get dressed) and make sure she finds the right house.