"I'm leaving," you say to the old man as you walk out the door.
Once outside you can't help but notice how much larger, and frightening the world is to you. No less, never being one to give up easily, you decide to go forward. Nevermind consequence.
Somewhat lost an hour later, you begin to run hoping to, at least as a first goal, simply find your way out of Chinatown. By doing so you run into an old lady and knock her down.
Mortified, you stop, profusely apologize and help her up. She laughs, tells you, "all is fine", and begins asking questions about you. She starts with, "Well little one, what is your name?"
Your mind races, but you know the answer already. Its the name your parents have said before they would have named you, had you been a girl.
Allison.