Elijah had a dream.
As he was standing on the bus, the sudden commotion caught his attention.
He bent down to peer through the scratchy window. The old surface made it hard for him to recognize the faces, but he could hear them clearly.
A homeless man, whose face was shrouded in dark mist, was rushing forward on the busy road.
The engine of the bus roared, ready to leave any second, making the man anxious to hurry.
However, all the passengers sitting inside looked bizarre for some reason.
Callem, Ruby, Sam...
From the young kid of a few months old to the elderly who could barely stand without support, they occupied the seats with their names written on them.
The front two seats were left unoccupied.
While Elijah tried to make sense of the absurdity around him, he tilted his head toward the front.
The driver was dressed in all black, and even his face was covered with a thin black silk cloth. No one could discern the features hidden beneath the fabric.
