One cloudy afternoon, Kristen took a stroll down her suburban street, walking only as far as her parents permitted her to go on her own. And of course, she had on her much-loved Florida hat. A few houses down, an old man with white hair and an unshaven face pulled up beside her on the street in a light blue pickup truck. Would Kristen use her prior stranger danger knowledge and run the other way? Or would she go to his truck and speak with him?