Escort him home

Not seeing anyone around who could help him you decide to take him home and you quickly cross the street to talk to him.

"Mr Kline." you say. "It's Tina from next door are you okay you seem a little lost?"

He looks at you blankly for a few seconds; he blinks a couple of times before a look of recognition crosses his face. "Thank god you're here Allie; I can't seem to remember where we were just going."

"No Mr Kline, I'm Tina not Allie." You seem to recall Allie was his wife's name. "Come on Mr Kline let’s get you home." You say taking his hand.

He pulls his hand away and says. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you Mr Kline."

"You've only got three names for me Allie, when we're in public its Roscoe, when we're alone you call me Daddy Bear and when you're mad at me it’s Mr Kline, so it's no good standing there telling me you're not mad at me when we both know you are."

He stands there defiantly glaring at you not willing to budge.