In the farthest end of the bus, that's where she sat. A picture of quiet concentration, she had her nose buried in a book and the wind blowing in her hair. It was a quiet night. Somewhere else, someone was whistling a tuneless tune. She felt someone staring at her.

She raised her head from the book and looked around. No one.

Then she felt it again.

She raised her head and what a sight greeted her.

She gasped and dropped her book. ........