Like Hastra said, no one is let on without their bands on. Fortunately, no one is left behind.
The bus is almost excessively large, our things fit into the storage compartment with much space left over, although I choose to have my backpack stay with me, not an odd choice as a few others choose to do the same.
The spotless carpet floor, smooth leather double seats and a working heater give the bus brand new air even though it isn't. If it were the tires, bonnet, headlights and door wouldn't have so much dirt and scratches on them.
Unless it is new and those marks are planted.
Shifting through to the back with Jane leading the way I banish the thought, there's no use for paranoia here. I'm leaving Xoxia, I'm leaving the space I've been confined to since my birth.
For over two centuries this is the only place I've known, the outside world always a thing to observe from a distance, something to ponder and wish on. But I'm here now, and I'm leaving.