I came out of the subway tonight just below St. Paul’s Church, and a man ran past, half crashing into a passerby. He apologized, spun away and continued fast down the road. Someone muttered, “That’s awkward.” Another man came past, a security guard, and then another. The only sound was of the feet. Nothing else. No yelling. No heavy breathing. A third person came past a moment later, a woman, looking tired. She was quiet too. All of them vanished up the road toward St. Paul’s, police lights flashing. It didn’t look like the first man had much of a chance. It stayed quiet.