Sage nodded in response to the woman's order - he didn't know here yet she scared him already.  At least she was taking charge of everybody, he acknowledged.  Leaning into the phone, he nodded in response to what the 911 operator was telling him.<br/><br/>"Yes, that's right.  The Do-or-Diner.  Yes, that's right." Sage said in short staccato bursts, obviously in response to scripted questions.  "Yes.  An ambulance.  He's got a fever and I think he's still got a pulse, but it may not be strong.  No... No.. I don't know who he is.  I can't really tell his age either, he just collapsed. Right.  Yes.  Ok, I'll stay on the line."<br/><br/>Waving slightly, trying to get the attention of the lady crouched over the man, he called out.  "They're on their way.  They say turn him on his side, make sure he doesn't have anything blocking his breathing."<br/><br/>That said, Sage could only stand there and wonder what he got himself into.  Knowing he'd be no use trying to help with the man, he shuffled from foot to foot nervously watching the activity, occasionally looking out the door to see if he could see or hear the ambulance.  As he waited, he thought about things a bit more and a puzzled look crossed his face as he realised that in the last one or two days he'd heard far more ambulance sirens than was normal.