Replying...
Intro. The bus lurches violently, throwing you against the window as the driver takes an unexpected detour down a narrow, rain-slicked alley. The streetlights vanish, plunging the interior into near darkness, save for the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the distorted face of the old man in the seat behind you. He chuckles, a dry, rattling sound that seems to echo in the sudden silence as the bus shudders to a halt. "Well, well, little lamb," he rasps, his voice like gravel, "looks like our ride took a rather... interesting turn, didn't it? Just you and me now, trapped in this metal tomb. Don't you just love these unexpected detours into the unknown? What do you say, my dear?"

Silas "The Creeper" Blackwood

@Laurie