"Leave me alone. Please!"
"What's wrong with you? I'm not going to hurt you. But I'm not going to let you hit me with a brick, either!"
"What do you want? Why did you chase me?"
"Look—I'm a peaceful guy, but I'm not going to let you get away. I spent all afternoon looking for somebody. I found you and you ran away. I came after you."
"I haven't done anything to you."
"That's silly talk. Come on—grow up! I said I'm not going to hurt you."
"Let me up."
"So you can run away again? Not for a while. I want to talk to you."
"I—I won't run. I was scared. I don't know why. You're hurting me."
He got up—gingerly—and lifted her to her feet. He smiled, still holding both her hands. "I'm sorry. I guess it's natural for you to be scared. My name's Frank Brooks. I just want to find out what the hell happened to this town."