You take a look around. There's three people inside the bus aside from you: at the back a young woman around your age wearing sleek trapezoidal frames, directly behind you a man approaching his forties with a bad haircut and rosacea-ridden cheeks, and at the front, the driver. All three are fast asleep. You wonder how on earth these people could fall asleep through all— no, no you don't.

Enough weirdness has occured that you're no longer looking around going "what? what?". Damn it, you're in danger. If not right now, then in general. What were you thinking getting wrapped up in this psychic garbage? Who was that man? How did you get in a bubble floating over the ocean? These are the important questions to wonder about. You've got to lock in, no joke.

You give everyone another once over. Although asleep, they're not injured at all. No bruises, cuts, and certainly no bloody noses to match your own. You gently prod everyone in their sides, but they do not wake up. Weird. Why aren't you asleep right now? You guess you were before, but that begs the next question: why are you the only one awake?
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