Bakura sat at the bus stop silently. Rain water dripped from his hair. He looked up as a bus passed, wrong. Bakura sighed and looked back down; he glanced over his watch, 11:23pm. He had been waiting for the number 607 bus for almost an hour. Bakura stood and left the cover of the bus stop. He walked down the road and kicked a stone, as he paced slowly into the black alley way, the first person he had seen in hours walked the opposite way to him. He planned not to pay any attention to her, but, it didn't go quite as planned.