After my mind was on my employer, it went to the thief. I wondered about him and why he came to steal from a tailor shop. It was hard enough to help the homeless with clothing but a thief was a new one. It reminded me of my only friend I had back home. He wasn't as tall as I but he was still as good a friend as any. I finished another page and flipped it. Continuing my reading as I was deep in thought. Then also why didn't he knock me out or anything?  I could have called the officers on him but I didn't. I still wondered why I haven't yet. Then I understood why after a few more pages in the book. "I'm helpless," I whispered to myself. I focused on the book and found myself engrossed in the story.<br/><br/>I jumped when I heard the knock and looked to the window confused. I slowly got up and marked my place in the book. Setting it on the bed, I moved to the window and opened it when I saw a familiar figure.