August 18, 2015

It was still dark out when we ran towards the bus station. “Which bus should we take?” I asked as we looked around for one that headed to the airport. After frantically hopping from post to post, I noticed that the bus closest to the docks not only went to the airport but also accepted Metro cards. However as we approached, we ended up just missing the one the departs at 7:00.

We decided to wait at the stop for the 8:00 bus as we counted backwards from when we had to board our flight. At around 7:50, I asked my companion if they wanted to visit the bookstore and they replied that we simply couldn’t or we would miss the bus.

I had somehow fallen asleep and when I woke up it was already 16:00. I had missed not only the bus also any potential flights for the day. The station was empty as the sun was setting.

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“The people from the hangar were always here”, she explained as we jumped over the stones in the pond of the garden under the bridge. I wasn’t sure where we were headed but it wasn’t long before we were running on the side of a highway through the city.