A busy intersection

The two elders stopped once they got to the crosswalk and dismounted their bikes so they could cross the road. As they did so, someone was yelling in the distance.

“Help! Help!” came a hoarse, female voice that was getting closer. The elders turned in the direction of the voice and saw that it belonged to an elderly woman who saw the two young men and ran towards them.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she said somewhat out-of-breath, “You’ve gotta help me! My husband is having a heart attack in that alley back there! If there’s anything you two boys could do, I sure would be grateful!”

“Sure ma’am,” said Elder Wood, “We can help you! I actually have medical training so I can help him until the medics get here!”

The cute missionaries grabbed there bikes and ran over to the alley where the old woman’s husband was supposed to be. However, they did not see an old man having a heart attack when they got to the alley.