I always hated how he ran up ahead, leaving me behind as we navigated the broken streets and local faces. But I once asked him, “Why?”

He says, “I am a herald. I am Jack Bauer. I am making sure the streets are safe for you.”

I try to remind myself of that. While I admire the century-old buildings and the fresh produce at nearby stalls, I see a color of blue rush ahead in the crowd in front of me. A boy, one might suspect, always wearing a Nike sports visor, carefully visualizing quick exits and following clear sightlines. He mentally notes the shops that have bags I like, desserts on display, and colorful graffiti. People once called him a “teddy bear” for his enveloping hugs. He returns almost in a jog, quickly stepping around the broken tile.

And quickly, he pulls my hand. He says, “I have something to show you.”