A few more minutes passed while Histoire sat in the bus shelter. It began to rain a bit harder, but not so much as to bother her. The wind began to pick up as she had anticipated, so she wrapped the scarf around the lower part of her face, leaving enough space that would enable her to breathe. In the meantime, she began to wonder if the way she had left was the proper one. She could have spoken to Deus instead of leaving him that message. He was reasonable and definitely would have understood what she meant to say.