In Memoriam Chapter Three – Page 102

[Dante’s face smacks against the bus seat in front of him, shaken from his daydream. He is visibly dazed as his eyeglasses hang ajar on his face. He reaches up to rub one of his eyes.]

Preston looks at him.

Preston: “Are you okay?”

Looking out the window, he sees that the bus has stopped and there are other passengers milling about outside the window.

Preston: “It looks like the bus stopped.”

Dante, looking mildly displeased: “We’re here.”