Lexi felt like she was in a daze as her savior comforted her, kissing her cheek.  Then, suddenly, he told her to go home and he was gone.  Too late, she realized that she wanted to know his name.  "Wait," she called out, but there was no response from the shadows.  She took a step forward, but then shook head, touching her cheek where his lips had met it.  This wasn't the neighborhood to dawdle in, hadn't she just experienced that?  She instead got into her car and drove away.<br/><br/>On the way home, she thought about telling the police about what happened, or at least her parents.  But she couldn't.  Already, her parents hadn't liked her working at the youth center because it was in a bad part of town.  Telling them about the attack would only add fuel to their fire.  And besides, the stranger had saved her, so nothing had even really happened.  It was no big deal, right?  Except, then why were her hands visibly shaking as they gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles a stark white against her already pale skin.<br/><br/>When Lexi got home, she pulled her car into its spot in the three-car garage and walked into the home.  "I'm home, mom," she called out.  She could hear the TV on in the den and walked in, seeing her mother and father watching something on CNN.  "I'm sorry I'm so late.  Tomorrow's the first day of school, so I'm going to shower and then get to bed early."<br/><br/>"Okay, Lexi," said her father absently, and she rolled her eyes.  Unless she was doing something bad, she was pretty much invisible to her parents.  This was normal for them.  Her dad was a high-powered civil attorney, and her mother was a high-powered socialite.  Her days were spent looking her nose down at the other women who volunteered in the Junior League.<br/><br/>Lexi ran upstairs to her bedroom and put her purse down next to the backpack she'd packed earlier with her supplies.  She pulled out her sketchbook and sat on her bed with her pencils, and started drawing.  And hour later, she looked at her handiwork.  Perfect, she thought with a small smile.  She'd captured him perfectly, the look on his face as he'd held her face.  He's been an anomaly, somehow managing to look tender, strong, and .... dangerous, all at once.  She knew she would probably never see him again, but she didn't want to forget.<br/><br/>She drew a couple of more pictures of the guy, action shots this time as he had looked from behind, fighting.  Then she drew one as she imagined his face must have looked as he'd stepped between her and the group of men.  Finally, she sighed; she could keep going all night, but she really did need to go ahead take a shower and get into bed.  She closed her sketchpad and hid it away in her closet.  She didn't know why she bothered.  It wasn't like her parents ever came into her room.<br/><br/>Lexi got out her pajamas and walked into her bathroom, quickly showering and brushing her teeth.  Finally, exhausted, she stumbled into bed and fell asleep, tossing and turning as nightmares overtook her slumber.  She dreamt of groups of men attacking her, and one boy saving her over and over again.