Walking home in the West Village at 12 midnight and see a cluster of people in the street and a taxi cab stopped diagonally in the traffic. As our group approaches the static group we realize there is an ‘event’ in the street. Upon closer inspection it is a young woman, dressed in black leather pants, au courant shoes, a fur coat, lying still on the pavement, still mounted on her bicycle, which is now parallel to the asphalt. 911 has been called. The 4 or 5 people around her are concerned, worried, but no one dares touch her. My reaction is OMG it is someone’s child. Someone is expecting that young woman, to be someplace soon. Rather, she will be on her way in an emergency vehicle, whose sirens we can already hear in the distance.