The woman with the young boy kneels to kiss his cheek, murmuring she’ll be back soon and stands to hug the elderly lady. Had this occurred half an hour ago, she’d have ignored the crying woman. She didn’t do well with strangers, emotions and pain. But, having witnessed all in one quick minute, she feels possessed to do some good. She knots her woollen cardigan about her waist and straightens her greying hair. The older woman stares beyond the bus, beyond the woman, beyond the police, ambulance and dead man, beyond the young couple hugging desperately. Her eyes are empty to the moment present; attuned to events beyond the middle-aged woman’s knowledge. The younger woman encircles her arms about the elder woman’s shoulders and coos gently in her ear, whispering lovely things, untrue things to the moments the elder woman …