Wait, a little girl running and screaming for help and no one stops!?!? I call bullshit on that.
Last Thursday, while at Wal-Mart, a little girl (had to be 4 or 5 and probably had Down Syndrome or Cerebral Palsy or something (she had the look)) came up to me and said she couldn't find her mom. Even me, with my blackened soul and dried husk of a heart, helped her. (Don't worry, the Mom showed up quite shortly).