Fog(3)

The helpful stranger
Then she heard the sound again—soft footsteps behind her.A minute before,she had wished for someone to come along.Now she wanted to run, but fear held her still.The footsteps seemed close now. Then a man's voice came out of the darkness.'Is anybody there?'
Polly hesitated.At last she answered,'Hello, I think I'm lost.'
A few seconds later,a hand reached out and grasped her arm.Polly found herself staring up at the face of and old man with a beard.