Chapter 43
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Get on the bus.
You get onto the bus. The driver, a kindly old man, gives you a once over, letting his eyes wander south for a bit longer than is polite, then takes your pass and punches it.
The bus is completely empty. You sit somewhere in the middle of the bus. The driver turns the lever that shuts the accordion doors, puts the bus into gear, and pulls off the shoulder of the road onto the ashpalt. Soon you're moving at a reasonable clip down the country road.