Screams. Lots of them. I open my innocent eyes to the ravings of a lunatic. His drunken incoherence seems to stem into an anger I cannot yet comprehend. As my face continues to moisten, a feminine voice attempts to soothe the beast, but it could not of gone worse. Two voices flare before me now. Something wet hits my face and I close my eyes, praying for it to end soon. Screaming...endless screaming...

"Huh?" A dulled voice says in a world of darkness as his ears are pierced with the screeching sound of gears grinding together. A blurred line of bus seats fades into view as his eyes begin to open, an ornery man in the midsection of life turns to him from the driver's seat in a blue uniform, "Last stop."