There must always be hope...right?

As the maniac squeezes your neck, you try to prepare for death in your panicked mind. With tunnel vision taking hold, you know you have moments left, but, suddenly the grip releases.

You fall to your knees, gasping for air and massaging your neck. Looking up, you see the reason you survived: it seems the noise could only incapacitate your classmates for so long. Several guys have tackled the man to the ground and are attempting to restrain him while a few classmates watch from further back. Rachel is on the phone with the police. Despite being hit by a school bus and tackled by healthy young men, the man is fighting well, all said. A kick to Wayne's gut sends him tumbling across the pavement. With three boys attacking him, it almost seems the man is at an advantage.

You don't really want to stay to find out what happens next, so, with your self-preservation a priority, you struggle to your feet and trot to the bus's door for a place to hide. With a little effort, you force it open and climb up. It is then that you remember the bus driver's...situation. With a gasp you step into the bus, taken aback by the glass strewn about the isle and on the seats. Lying motionless on a seat is the crumpled bus driver. Fearing the worst, you approach. Tentatively, you creep up and poke his arm. Hearing a groan and seeing him move, you feel a wave of relief. This is compounded when you hear sirens. The police are here!