A few weeks later and Henry was at the docks.
It was night time, Kal was waiting patiently, unaware that his master would not return.

Henry didn't think he'd ever do this, but here he was, by the sea.

He was going to commit suicide.

He took the knife, watched as the moonlight glinted on its cold, hard blade.

Henry took a deep breath,

This is it...

"Stop."

A quiet voice made Henry look round.

Behind him was a little girl of about 5, she was also holding a knife.

Kal wined, and ran down to see his master.

Henry dropped his knife in the water.

"Why?" He whispered

"Because I was." Her voice was so quiet that it could have just been a breeze.

"Was what?" He knelt down.

"Suicide..." She uttered, under her breath.

"Why?" Kal came up to Henry's side and sat down.

"Because I cry at night." She shuffled toward him.

"Do you have a family?"

A shake of her head.

"No one?"

"Carers, but they don't do anything." She was getting bolder. "They ignored me."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."
Henry reached out and she hugged him tightly.

He then made her throw the knife she was holding in the water.

He picked her up and carried her to the pavement. In the streetlamp he saw that she was a little black girl, with beautiful black curls of hair around her face.

He took her to the police station and requested for some information about the girl's past.