Beckett panicked as he saw the thief and the girl. Confused he shook his head and backed up. He carefully stepped backwards, making sure not to run into anyone else. He made eye contact with the girl, he gasped quietly; taking in everything he saw. Confusion and panic filled his mind, making his vision blurry. He stumbled, watching as the girl struck the thief and took off.<br/><br/>The curly headed boy looked at the man he had ran into. "I'm sorry. Again." He said, then dashed off after the girl. "Hey!" he called after her, running as fast as his small, fragile body would let him.