Back in the Present
Finally the Greyhound bus turned up. Trish got her stuff and headed for the back of it. There she would have her peace as usually everybody choose a front seat. She stored her stuff in the overhead lockers, took out her diskman and shut her off from the rest of the world. The bus started to move.
A few hours later the bus reached one of its next big stop in Santa Barbara. Trisha woke up. Some people got out, some came in. She was watching them though not really interested in it at all. Trisha was still wondering how her life once more got so messy. What did she do wrong again? There was an elderly lady getting close to her back seat, but finally placed her-self a couple of rows before her. Another person made its way to the back in the bus but as well seated himself close to the older lady. The bus started to move and Trisha was remem-bering back again.