Should she chase after the criminal or scream for help?

The thief was long gone.

Sabrina found herself in a state of uncertainty. She numbly ambled forward, only to discover that her phone and wallet had vanished with her bag. She couldn't make it home.

Eventually, it dawned on Sabrina that she could reach out to law enforcement.

She stopped a stranger and inquired, “Excuse me, could you tell me where the closest police station is?"

"Ah, it's quite far. You'd need to go three blocks down this way, keep moving and make a turn... Well, if you get lost somewhere, don't hesitate to ask others."

"Alright, thank you." Sabrina continued her journey.

After walking for about half an hour, Sabrina finally spotted the police station.

Upon entering the police station, Sabrina relayed her predicament. She borrowed some money from a kind-hearted officer, hailed a taxi and kept the station's contact number, before heading home.

At home, Karen was busy tidying up. When she saw Sabrina come back alone, she questioned, "Mrs. Blakely. What happened to you?"

Sabrina glanced down to see her clothes in a disheveled state. Her elbows and knees bore the marks of a fall.

"I took a tumble. I'll just change and clean myself up," Sabrina murmured.

She ascended the stairs, changed into fresh clothes, took a shower, and retreated to her bed.

The following morning, she roused herself from bed.

The bed next to her was tidy, indicating that no one had returned.

After breakfast, she first asked for leave using her home computer, then made her way to the police station, bank, city hall to retrieve her ID card, credit card, and phone number. She bought a new phone, installed her regularly used apps, and used her newly acquired number to log in.

However, all previous records had vanished.

Thankfully, she had always kept backups of crucial documents, but everything else was lost.

Scanning her Facebook feed, she discovered a recent update.

That morning, Julia posted, "Don't disturb them."