"Maw, maw, maw," "the man's eyes

  were buggin," the two people that had carried the man, hands under armpits, into "the shelter", called and called for "a little help please". 

  "Wait, what is he trying to say?" Asked a woman people had seen around, but nobody could say they knew anybody even if they did. 

  "Maybe the guy wants his mother," said an NG who'd been bussed from Brownsville. 

  The man was clearly stuck on trying to say something.  "Wait, don't leave," but the human carriers rested the man in a corner and did leave. 

  "They'll be back," someone said as they stole the man's watch.  "Why would you say that?" The woman asked.  "I wouldn't steal from a guy having a heart attack; would you?" The NG wrestled the man's wallet from his pants pocket.  "Find out who he is," he told the woman.  She slipped out the door.