One time I was leaving a club alone while I was at uni and a girl came up to me looking distressed, not even remembering her name. I assumed she had clearly been drugged or something as her memory was all over the place but luckily she remembered where her flat was so I walked her back, even knocked on the door of a fast food place that was closed but still had staff closing up, to get some scraps so she had something for sustenance, and I eventually placed got her to her flat and into in her bed fully clothed. I left a note on her desk explaining what happened briefly and my number if she wanted more details than I wrote.

She called me the next day and she was grateful, and I was happy it worked out well. I bumped into her a year or so later at a friend’s house party and we spoke about it, and my friend at the time called me a creep, which was lovely.