Last night one of the ladies with dementia had fallen asleep in the dining room. This isn't unusual for her. One of the other residents (who also had dementia) convinced her to go to her room. Also not unusual. I saw them at the end of the hall and as the sleepy woman was having trouble walking, I went to help. I held one hand and the other resident held the other and we started walking. Then the sleepy one's roommate came and held the other residents hand.
The Wizard of Oz suddenly popped into my head.
I didn't start skipping, but I'm not sure which character I was, either.