The bus suddenly came to a stop, almost hurling Mir and Murray off their seats. The metal container fell out of Murray's hand and almost crushed the glass box where the ordinary Skin-leeches were kept. Mir truly felt for these poor little creatures, in a way. They had no idea how close to death they'd come, multiple times in the last couple of hours.
And judging by the terrified look Father Raquer had while looking out of the windscreen of the bus, he could very well be on the same footing as these skin-leeches, totally unaware of a disaster looming over him.
Like every other occupant of the bus, he held his breath for him to give them a signal, any hint at what he was looking at. The lively bus had become silent as a grave. The driver had shut down the engine for some reason. Mir felt disturbingly aware of his own heartbeat. There was a slight feeling of pressure behind his ears, as if he had just sunk himself under water.
