A slightly frantic conversation ensues.
“Um, there’s a naked guy following my friend and I. We’re not sure what to do and we’re scared.”
“Where is he right now?”
“Uhhh, walking behind us. We’re on Palmerston just south of Bloor… Can you please send someone right away?”
“What is he doing ma’am? Does he have a weapon, is he threatening you?”
“He’s just walking. He has nothing. No clothes, shoes. Nothing. Please, send someone. We don’t know what to do and we’re scared.”
Our banter went on like this for awhile. I think that because there was no direct threat and he didn’t appear to have a weapon, our case wasn’t as urgent as we would have liked. Our dispatcher said they would send someone as soon as they could and asked that we understand it was a busy night for them. But GOSH, there’s a naked guy following us! I asked the friendly 911 lady if she would at least stay on the phone with us until we got to my apartment and she agreed since we were so close already.
At around the same time, we were crossing Ulster, naked guy in tow. Just as we were crossing, we saw some people standing around a car in the intersection at Markham.
“Look, there’s people! Hey! Help!!”