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1st 911 call from a bus

I'm ok, just rattled.

So there I was having missed BART, on the 14 Mission muni bus, and we're driving down Mission and we get to the corner of Mission and San Juan (as I found later on a map) and from outside the bus I hear a woman's voice yelling "Stop! Stop!" I see a woman with long dark hair wearing high high heels standing under the overhanging roof of the door of a business (well-lit, yellow light) and a man standing in front of her trying to force their faces together. As the bus lurched away I saw her twisting her torso away from him, still yelling. He was taller, with short dark hair, both of them medium build.

The next intersection I saw was Persia. I didn't even know for sure we were still on Mission. I asked the driver if she could call someone. She told me to make the call. So I called 911 and gave the best location and description of what was happening and the people that I could, and left my number and first name. An officer called me back and I was able to tell him more precisely as it had become garbled in the relay.

I hope she's okay.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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