Steve stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk, a splitting headache tearing his focus away from a pleasant conversation with his girlfriend, Gloria. He could feel it. A pulling force, aching with need, nagging at his skull. Three simple letters floated to the surface of his clouded mind.

“What is it, Steven?” Gloria asked, concerned.

“Someone needs help setting up their virtual private network connection,” he said confidently.

He started down a side-street.

“Wait!” Gloria stopped him, grabbing him by the arm. “What if it’s a trap? What if there is,” her voice became a whisper, " a nerd wrangler?"

Steven looked back at his girlfriend with a look of fierce determination.

“It’s a risk that I am more than willing to take,” he said calmly. “If I’m not able to help others, then what good am I? What good is this world?”

He continued down the side-street, in the direction of a quaint little outdoor cafe.