"Hmmm."  Santiago said.  He looked at the door, imagining a small woman on her hands and knees gasping for air as the walls moved in around her.  Then he looked at Greg.  Greg didn't look good.  Greg could've been better.  Greg was just about at that stage in life when someone loves has had enough so halls you to your feet and sleeps you until someone stops panicking.  "I'm not getting paid enough for this" Santiago sighed, and shook his head.  "Well, okay then.  There's just one thing to do."  Actually there were many things to do, but he settled on a course so there was only one thing that was going to be done and that was kind of the same, or at least close enough to Government work(which was ironically better than what you'd see in the private sector.)

"Okay you two."  He motioned at Greg and then the girl on the other side.  "I'll be right back.  Don't go anywhere."  He turned to leave, but realized the dangers that his new acquaintances could face with his absence, even if it turned out to be as short of an absence as he was planning.  He stepped a little closer to Greg, and lowered himself so he could grab onto the man and slowly, gently, almost kindly(if actions could be called kindly even when they end with a light thump against a wall) he moved him so he was leaning against the wall.  "There we go.  This way nobody will trip on you."  He nodded again and hurried away before something else could detain him for longer.  

There was a thump-thump-thump sound as Santiago rand down the hall, turned a corner, and then did that again through several more halls and corners.  Then there was a "Hey!  What are you doing!?  Give that back!" From some random college girl who watched, almost dumbfounded as a strange man with a paper bag over his head grabbed her super big gulp of soda and took off running.  A few other people saw him go by but nobody had the sense of mind to try and stop him.  Eventually he made it back to Greg and the door which he was starting to think of as the girl.  

"Sorry it took so long."  He popped off the top and took a quick swig of the carbonated beverage.  "Yuck."  He spit it out.  "Diet."  Then he through about half of the soda into Greg's face, hoping the sudden change in temperature would snap him back to reality.  "Okay there's one."  He turned the door, and gave it a quick knock.  "Hey there's some soda here if you want some.  That always helps me when the world starts forgetting what personal spaces is and closes in from every direction."