You pass by the dance studio on the way to your car after school each day. On most days, you see Elsa in their practicing. Sometimes she is with the dance teacher. Sometimes with her fellow ballerinas, Piper and Alaina. But on this day, you see her in the studio alone. As you pass by, she suddenly drops to the floor and grabs at her calf. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Stupid cramps!” You put down your school bag in the doorway and walk into the studio to kneel by Elsa. Without asking, you take her calf in your hand and begin to massage it for her.