Chapter 236: Making Plans

The bus driver gave us a dirty look when we got on board. We were soaking, we were dripping, and one of us smelled like musty rainforest… so really it was a stink eye well justified.

Mental note: Umbrellas exist. Use some of those brain cells next time, yeah? They could really do with the exercise.

Didn't have trouble finding seats, I could practically count our traveling companions in with us with less than ten fingers. We took our place, and the bus roared onwards, the growing pitter-patter against the window panes our only ambiance.

At least for me, it was just ambiance… clearly, I was alone in thinking that. Everyone else, the three or four that I could see anyway - well, let's just say they looked as if they had better mornings.