I come home to the apartment block and a distraught old lady is outside. It's a cold dark afternoon with a biting wind. I need help she says, I can't get into my apartment. Oh, I don't remember her but I'm faceblind so that doesn't mean much. I take her inside the lobby, a plaque lists the names of every resident. Hers is not on it. I ring a couple of door bells to some of the old timers, they'll know her. No one is in, there is a meeting going on. She grows more distraught, on the verge of tears. Why don't you come to my place I say, I'll make you a nice cup of coffee. That won't solve anything she says. No but it's too cold to wander aimless. She agrees. I ask if there is family, someone we can call. No. My grand mother lost her memory, dementia I suppose, she too got lost, I play it like I know what to do, hoping to reassure her we can find her apartment even though I actually have no clue, if worse comes to worse there's always the ER but that's depressing and surely one address is findable in this day and age. Well inside she rummages through her pocket book again and this time finds the little note with her address on it. It's a few blocks away, I drive her over there. The key fits.
All just to say, look after one another people.