Eleanor, an elderly woman with a gentle demeanor, shuffled along the bustling city sidewalk. She had just left the grocery store, her arms laden with bags filled with necessities. Her frail fingers struggled to maintain a firm grip on her worn-out purse. It was a nondescript accessory, faded with time, holding the memories of countless errands and shopping trips.

As Eleanor slowly advanced, her purse slipped from her fingers, tumbling to the concrete pavement with a muffled thud. Coins, tissues, and a small notebook tumbled out, scattering in all directions. She sighed, bending down to retrieve her scattered belongings.

However, before she could bend over...