Even after so many movies one can never become accustomed to the situation in which George now found himselfー staring up at a pair of legs dangling from a ledge high up on a bridge.  He couldn’t quite tell whether or not the person they belonged to was male or female, but either way his mind was made up.  "Heyー you!“ came his breathy cry from thirty feet below the figure as he sprinted clumsily up the steps to the top of the bridge.  "Iー needed to tell you something.” he panted, hands resting on bent knees in an attempt to catch his breath.  Panic swelled inside his chest at the realization that he hadn’t actually thought of what to say, only that he needed to say something.