Ermm... Random?

Seeing the girl in trouble, you dash and bolt, running fast, but you know it's not fast enough. Panting, you arrive at Greg. "Come on!" You cry. "Help me! A little girl is getting run over by a train!" Hearing the distress in your voice, Greg hoists himself out of the chair and follows you. The girl is dead, hair matted to her forehead with blood. You sink to your knees in grief, and stay, rising for no one.
End Of Story