2AM
Neither of us dared to speak for two blocks . Then I let out a gasp of air I had n't know I 'd been holding in . We came to 16th Street and turned down toward Mission Street . Normally that 's a pretty scary neighborhood at 2AM on a Saturday night . That night it was a relief -- same old druggies and hookers and dealers and drunks . No cops with truncheons , no gas . `` Um , '' I said as we breathed in the night air .