People on the train were scared.

People on the train were scared. Some woman sat not too far from the body and crying. The old man was just looking at her and hold her hand. He had probably been holding it the whole time since this had happened. As I got closer I put the envelope into my pocket. Do you know who she is ? Her...name ? I asked nervously. I got frightened when he looked at me. No, but I met her at the station. She came over me and asked what time was. I remember her because her voice was trembling and she did not look well at all. He closed his eyes with a sigh. When I answered and she went away I thought at that moment I hope everything is fine with her. He raised his eyes and looked at me. Turned out it was not. I think he kind of felt responsible for her, even though he should not have. Maybe we could check her documents. I asked timidly. In case there are some phone numbers so we can call her relatives. I do not know how soon police will be here. It is shame to admit but truth is I mainly wanted to know her name. I think we we should. He nodded.