I was with Kevin, my husband, in the suburban. A man was walking across the street and fell and hit his head I was afraid to go over there. I told Kevin to stop. He seemed unaware of what had happened. He would have driven over or by him. The man fell in the left hand turn lane. He was older with white hair. He sat up. He had a big indentation in his head on the right side. He had a wound on the left side that was like an abrasion. Cars were not hitting him. They were going around him. No one was helping him. It felt like a bad or dangerous situation. My husband parked the car under a big tree at The curb.
Kevin went into a redbrick bank I went with him. I was worried about the man. It felt like we were in San Francisco.