I maintained my velocity as they approached. They buzzed around me at a distance of not much over a hundred feet, the cameraman filming me from variou... angles. I waved, and out of habit, pointlessly smiled.One of the pilots decided it was safe to edge closer, moving into formation fifty feet to my left, the other staying about hundred feet above and to my right.Both choppers had two people in them, a pilot and cameraman. I couldn't tell how excited they were, as they were both belted firmly. The man speaking is much older than I. Perhaps older than my parents. His hair is graying, but he has a youthful looking face. Maybe his smile makes me think he’s younger than he actually is. I'm tongue tied, still trying to not laugh and cry, while striving to think of something witty to say."So young lady, do you need a ride somewhere? I promise I'm just offering a ride, nothing more.” He offered a reassuring smile. “Truthfully, I just had to stop; you must tell me your story. It's not every. With the hood drawn down over her head, I still couldn’t see her face.“Hi, I’m Eloyin. I come from a village to the South,” I said.There was no major reaction from the girl but her sobbing quietened a little. I took that as an encouraging sign.Using my experience of reading stories to the village youngsters, I told the girl the story of my life. I told her about all my humiliations and failures and how I’d ended up unmarried, careerless and mucking out pig pens. The girl’s sobbing stopped and I. "Britney? Britney?" He asked frantically knocking at her door.He banged on the door hard until she finally opened up. She was shaking and looked so scared. Bryan turned on the lights and held her hands. He looked at her for a moment. "Britney?" I'm sorry. I just had a bad dream. Oh God it was so terrible!"Bryan stepped inside her room and walked her over to her bed. They both sat down and Britney put her head on her brother's shoulder. Bryan could still feel her shaking. "You wanna talk about.