Against all warnings of stranger danger, you look the man in the eyes and say, “Yeah, mister.  I’m really sorry.  I didn’t mean to hit you and I’ll never throw another rock at a train again.”

His eyes light up and he smiles larger.  “That’s all I needed to hear, child.”

He points a finger at the space between the stacks and a glowing portal appears.

He holds his hand out and becons you forward.  “What do you say, little one?  Join me?”

You can either accept and take his hand (17) or decline (18).