He crashes feetfirst through the glass and lands on the roof of a nearby building. Out of breath, glass scattered at his feet, his eyes adjust to the light of the streetlamps below. His ears focus on the sound of voices conversing.

"And just what is a fair young lady like you doing out at such an hour?" a male voice inquires. "Your mother must be worried sick!"

"Don't mind me, Officer." Dakota's voice responds daintily. "I was just on my way home from a party."

"Don't you know it's dangerous to go alone?" the soldier explains. "A young girl such as yourself is incredibly vulnerable in these streets. Allow me to escort you to your door."

"That's very sweet of you, Officer," she giggles. "But I promise you, I can take care of myself."

"No, no, no, I insist." the patrol officer persists. "It is my duty as a member of the Royal Hylian Forces to assist damsels-in-distress."

"I am no damsel-in-distress." she assures him calmly. "Now I kindly ask you to let go of my arm."

At this moment, Ningan draws his daggers. He is about to leap down from the roof and ambush this cretin when-

"Is everything alright here, Officer Brutus?" a familiar voice intrudes.

The soldier quickly switches to a meek and modest tone. "Yes, Commander Laurel. All is well, Sir. I was just about to escort this delicate flower to her abode."

"Oh Brutus, don't let her appearance fool you." Laurel chuckles. "This 'delicate flower' you speak of is none other than Dakota; an esteemed member of the Royal Council of Hyrule serving Her Majesty Princess Zelda as a Royal Diplomat. She doesn't need escorting anywhere."

"Thank you, Laurel." Dakota smiles sweetly. "Now would you kindly direct this young gentleman back to his duties?"

"You heard her." the Royal Commander asserts to his underling. "Report back to your sentry station."

"Yes, Commander. Right away, Sir."

The officer salutes and marches along the street to his designated post. Ningan awaits the fade of his footsteps before revealing himself. He lands effortlessly on the pavement beside Dakota. The two of them turn to the Commander. Laurel shakes his head.

"I should've known you would be hiding somewhere…what are you two doing wandering the back alleys past midnight? Up to any kind of trouble I should know about?"

"I shan't discuss anything with you out here in the open." Ningan mutters.

"Why don't you come back to mine and we can talk over a drink?"

"Make mine a strong pint of Lon Lon Milk." Ningan yawns. "I need it after that experience."