georg was walking down the street, looking at shop displays in windows and occasionally going into shops. He was about to go into another shop but was knocked to the ground. Yet before he could apologize or say anything you quickly scrambled off of him, getting back up at sprinting down the street and around a corner. Georg watched in confusion but saw a police car speeding down the street in the direction you ran.

you were a pick pocket, and you were running from the cops.