The sky is overcast, and the rain begins to pour, indicating that a storm is on the way. A young man, in his early twenties, with longish brown hair, came running out of a house, in terror. He was only wearing tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, with no shoes, and carrying a plastic bag. He ran across the street and began to bang on a neighbours door.

"Open the door!" he begged. "Open the door!"

An older woman answered the door and took in the sight in front of her. "Oh my gosh! What's the matter?" she asked.

"I don't know what happened," the young man told her, with tears running down his face.

"Are you ok?" the woman asked. The young man began to sob. "Oh, Ste," the neighbour said as she pulled him into a hug.


A young man, in a hoodie, with short blond hair, walked quickly through the rain and into the bus station, carrying a plastic bag.

"There you are, sir," said the man behind the ticket desk, as he handed him his ticket. "Thank you."

The blond man walked away quickly towards the couch park, when he bumped into another passenger.

"I'm so sorry," the passenger said. "Are you alright?"

The young man ignored him and continued to rush for the bus, as police sirens sounded outside.

Detective Doug Carter got out of the police car. "Come on," he said to another police officer as he rushed inside. He jogged to the ticked desk. "Excuse me, I'm sorry," he said as pushed passed a queue of people waiting. He held a photograph of a young man, with longish brown hair, to the man behind the desk, and asked, "Have you seen this man?"

"I don't think so," said the man.

"Are you sure?" Detective Carter asked.

"Pretty sure."


The young blond man ran through the coach park, found the right bus, and got on.


Detective Carter ran up to a couple of passengers and held up the photograph again. "Guys, have you seen this man?"

The passenger took the photograph, looked at it, and said, "Isn't he blonde, with shorter hair, maybe?" before Detective Carter began to run through the station again.


The blonde man walked to the back of the bus, constantly looking around him.


The Detective ran outside to the coach park, and in front of a bus. "Stop the bus!" he shouted, as he held up his police badge. "Boston PD!" He got onto the bus and searched it, before going back and getting off again.


The young man looked out of the window and saw the Detective run towards another bus.

"Hey, stop the bus!" he heard the detective say. "Open up!"

He leant back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief as his bus passed the detective without being stopped.

Detective Carter stood in the middle of the road, in the rain, watching as the bus left the station, without being able to stop it.