I didn’t reach for you when you toppled forward. But I did step closer, did watch with interest as the train came hurtling into the station. The man was gone before the cars screeched to a halt, lost in the throng of passengers disgorged from the Green Line train on the opposite platform. I doubt they’ll chase him down. Killing one of us isn’t the same as killing one of them.
But you already know that.
RJ Aurand 