So we were surprised to catch sight of her there on a weekday; plus, she was walking fast and barely greeting those she passed, for fear of being delayed along the way.

You know, that same force that whispers in our ears with convincing arguments on why we should delay action and (forever) procrastinate.

It will take you half an hour to get to the station, allowing for traffic delays.

We can all leave together assuming (that) the others aren't late.

I won't be here for long.