Louisa: I’m sick of this bus. Watching the world whizz by, unable to touch it. Who knows what we’re missing out on?
Scott: I just wish I could teleport home
Louisa: Look how fat and greasy we are, never walking further than the bus stop and then gobbling down a load of snacks
Jack: Speak for yourself
Louisa: Why don’t we get off at the next stop and walk? Think of the adventures we’ll have. Think of the self-improvement.
Jack: If we must. You coming, Scott?
Scott: I guess...
Louisa: You won’t regret it
They disembark. Outside it’s cold and near-dark. A wolf howls in the distance.
Louisa: What time’s the next bus?
