"To Lanz, village, please", she said to the bus driver of the line 944. Her eyes jumped to the second row. There he was. Looking out of the window, the same seat, the same clothes, the same mysterious aura. He looked a bit sad, with his long black hair and his toughtful eyes, but majestic at the same time.
"That's 2€, please", the driver said, interrupting her thinking. She paid him and entered the bus.
Like always, she was on her way to Lanz, to see her horse Wotan. This man always sat in every bus she took, even if she had missed her usual one. It was like he followed her. But she never had thought of being stalked. She had never seen him leaving or entering the bus, nor somewhere in the town. He was always just there.
"To Lanz, village, please", she said to the bus driver. Her eyes jumped to the second row. Her heart skipped a beat. He was not there. The second row was empty. Panically, she checked the other seats. Only an old lady and a young man were sitting in this bus.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?", the driver asked. "You are quite pale." She stepped back. Somehow, she did not want to enter this bus.
"Y-Yeah, I just forgot something very urgent", she said, exiting the bus.
"Okay then", the driver said frowning and drove off. As soon as it was out of sight, she returned to her old self. She scolded herself for being so childish and sat down to wait for the next bus to come.
As she entered, she looked to the second row. There he was. She sighed and paid the driver. Halfway to Lanz, the bus slowed down and stopped. The driver panically grabbed his mobile phone and made an emergency call. He sweated heavily.
"Yes! Yes! Here was a car accident! One of our company's busses hit a tree! It has fallen into the river! Yes! Yes! I don't know how many people - yes, it's the B185 to Lanz. Okay. Yes. Yes. Please hurry!"
"What happened?", a passenger asked anxiously. The driver looked up.
"One of our busses fell into the river, there", he said slowly. Everyone looked out of the window. The last thing visible of the bus was the glowing line number, 944.
~ To the mysterious man in the bus