I missed the last metro in Istanbul once. Phone at 4%. Didn’t speak Turkish. It was past midnight, pouring rain, and the streets felt endless. My card kept declining because the bank thought it was fraud. Of course it did. I was standing under a shop awning looking completely soaked and lost when an older man with a grocery bag stopped and asked me something I didn’t understand. I just shook my head and pointed at my phone like an idiot. He pulled out his own phone, opened the translator, and typed: “You are okay?” I typed back where I was trying to go. He looked at the address, frowned, then motioned for me to walk with him.