Running

Its home time and the gentleman approaching the man in red is running somewhere - I assume to his train.

Everyone rushes in London.

In the morning as I walked across Blackfriars Bridge there was a woman standing and looking.  I stopped and spoke to her and said how unusual it was to see someone standing and not rushing.  She said that she was waiting for someone. As I wished her a good day and walked on another lady stopped and spoke to me.  She asked if that lady was OK.  She had been watching her as she had put her foot on the bridge as if she intended to jump. I walked away wondering if I had misinterpreted the situation and hoped that she was ok. Could I have done more?