055: choices

You're walking down the street. Doesn't matter which street it is--could be one that you already know, could be on that you just woke up on after a night of binge drinking and exotic drugs that don't even have slang names yet--just that there you are, walking on it, and you see a young girl, barely even alive. Her hair is clumped together with dirt and sweat that has long since congealed into grease, and her eyes have that hopeless look to them that you've never seen outside of documentaries about war.

What the fuck do you do?