Kina Grannis

Kina Grannis puts down her acoustic guitar and the pencil and paper she was using and walks up to the front of the bus and pulls back the curtain separating the driver's compartment from the rest of the bus. She tucks a strand of her jet black hair behind an ear as she looks out the windshield.

Smoke is billowing out from the front of the bus and there's popping noises sounding at random increments from behind the large front grill.

She sighs and looks over at Mark as he undoes his seatbelt. Her head turns; the strand of hair slipping from behind her ear as she looks out the passenger side window.

"Where are we?" Kina asks; trying to spot something familiar.