57. Bus

Callista.

There are two transportation options I can take because I do not have enough cash to rent a car.

So, train or bus. Train or bus?

I decide on the bus.

I march straight into the terminal and ask the lady behind the counter for a ticket. This is my first interaction with a human, and I try my damndest to be natural. I don’t want to look like a scared teenager out here, that’s bound to backfire on me. I already look bad, don’t need to add more to the story and make them think I’m a runaway. I don’t know enough about humans to wonder if they’d take me straight to the police if they think I’m running away because I do look a bit young. But in my state of being essentially a ghost in the human system, I refuse to take the risk.

She looks at me, surprise evident on her face. My stomach drops. Did I do something wrong? Is that now how people ask for things around here?

“Um, hello. May I ask to where you want a ticket to?” And then she rattles off a bunch of questions with ticket type