(What a creep...)
You turn to the window and try to take in the scenery. A few hours pass, and you fall asleep. You start to dream about back home. Your back in your bed, in your warm (f/c) sheets.
(Was it all a dream?)
You get out of your bed and inspect the room. Everything was in place, not a thing missing. You were even wearing the same pajamas you were before you woke up at the DWMA.
(It was, wasn’t it? That’s one crazy dream... I wonder if anyones home? It looks like its noon...)
You walked out of your room and into the kitchen.
“I’m starving! Hey, is anyone home?” You asked, no replie.
(Huh, guess not...)
You grab a bowl and your favorite cereal and walk to the living room. You sit down on the couch and start to pour the cereal into the bowl.
(Its not usually this quiet in the house... Maybe some TV will help?)
You grab the remote and try to turn on the TV. Not a single channel was getting any reception.
(What the f*ck!? Did (p/lg) stop paying the bill? How am I supposed to drown out the silence now?)
You put everything down and head up to your room to grab your iPod. Once you have, you go back to the living room and plug it into the speakers. You try to blast your favorite playlist, but nothing but static comes out.
(What!?)
You try to change the song, but the same noise comes out.
(Damn! Maybe just unplug it?)
You try to unplug, and even turn off the iPod, but it won't budge. You even tried to unplug it. The sound just wouldn't stop.
(What the f*ck!? I gotta get outta here!)
You ran for the front door, but it wouldn't budge.
(What’s going on!?)
You went over to a corner and just sit there, covering your ears.
“_____? _____, wake up!” A voice in the distance calls out to you.
Suddenly, the world around you breaks apart into darkness, and you open your eyes to see Kid, holding your shoulders.
(Wait, what’s going on? I’m still on the bus... Then what was that dream about?)
“You okay? You look like you just came out of a horror movie!” Kid shouted, now hugging you.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine...” You told him, not wanting to get into a long conversation about the dream you just had.
You look behind you, where that weirdo was sitting; he was gone.
(Where did that creep go?)
“Its almost time to get off the bus, you ready?” Kid asked you, now holding onto your shoulders again.
“Yeah, I’m good. How many stops did we make? Do you know?” You asked him.
(Maybe he got off a while ago...)
“We didn’t make any stops. It was going straight to Switzerland.” He looked at you confusingly. He thought you knew this.
“Oh, yeah... Okay, cool.” You replied quietly, looking at the ground.
After you got off the bus, you showed the man at the desk your passport.
“Okej, du är bra.” He told you, signaling for you to go through.
