It was 8 PM in late August of 2000.  The subway car screeched into the 14th Street Station in Chelsea; Danny stood near the door with impatience.  He was running late for dinner with his partner, Pete. It had been a big year for them.  After nearly three years of dating, they had decided to move in together.  It seemed like he had finally found his happily ever after.  He didn’t want to let Pete down by making him wait.
He rushed off the subway and headed towards the stairs.  Just as he began to dash up the stairs, though, dodging fellow travelers, he noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye.  It looked like there was a doll swaddled and wrapped up under a bench.  That was weird.  His legs pumped automatically as he walked up the stairs thinking—what child would deliberately stash their baby doll under a bench like that? He looked back.  The doll’s leg moved.  He raced down the stairs and towards the bench.
He crouched by the bench and peered at the little baby.