A Chase

What do you do when you are wandering around London (OK geocaching, I admit it) at nine o'clock in the evening and you see a woman being stalked by a man and in clear distress. On valentines night. It's so easy in today's society to disengage. And for a moment I didn't want to get involved. But she kept stopping and telling him to go away. I couldn't leave her. So I asked if she needed help, and she said this man wouldn't leave her alone. At this point we are down a fairly deserted back street and I can just imagine knives. But I politely address him as sir and ask what he is doing. She walks off rapidly. He explains that it is ok, she is his fiancé. That they have had an argument. And he shows me her ring. What do I do now? I'm still worried about her but it seems reasonable. I ask him what the argument was about. He quite reasonably says it isn't my business. Which is kind of true. But I am now committed into making sure she is ok. Mind you, she's disappeared around the corner by now. So I explain that my primary concern is the lady. He then explains the argument was over his plans tonight. That seems real enough. I ask his name and he quickly gives it to me. So I decide to trust him and tell him I hope he sorts it out.

So was I wrong to get involved. Or wrong not to stop him altogether. Or did I call it right. I will never know for sure. But if there's a murder tonight, I have a name.