One night, we’re shopping for ministry materials with our Indian leader, S. We leave the marketplace and go look for a taxi to head home. We start walking down the street. The three of us - Jack, Rob and I - are behind the leader, who is ahead of us by a little bit. It’s a busy night, with lots of pedestrians, lots of motorcycles, lots of animals because it’s India. Suddenly, S. stops and makes a 180-degree turn. He has a concerned look. He walks right past us in the opposite direction, saying something about “Sorry but I need to go take care of something…