You and your three friends got on the public bus that would take you to A-Kon. But, you noticed something weird when you sat next to (friend's name).
"Hey. Look. The driver's name is Alfred F. Jones. How weird is that?" You pointed out to him/her.
"That is weird. And don't you find it weird that we're the only one's on the bus? Tell them." She/he pointed across the aisle to your other friends.
"Guys! The driver's name is Alfred F. Jones! Do you think he looks like America?" You asked.
"I don't know. But that would be so cool!" (name) said.
You nodded as the bus stopped and the driver stood up. He was a tall, young looking, blond man with square glasses and a weird moon shaped cowlick on the top of his head. He wore brown suit-type clothes with a brown bomber jacket that had the number fifty on the back.
"No way." All four of you said in unison.
"Alright you four. I've been trying to figure out why you look like my friends and then it totally hit me! Dudes! You're going to that anime convention, right? That's super coolio! I wish I could go too. But I'm stuck here. Oh! And by the way, we're at your stop." He opened the door and sat back down.
"Oh. My. God. That was so awesome! I can't believe HE was our driver! If he's real-"
"There's no way that was actually him. Probably just some guy dressed up like him."
"No. That had to be him."
This was the conversation that went on outside the bus. One of your friends started talking when a man with jet black hair bumped into her/him.
"Sorry!" They both said at the same time.
The man was wearing white clothes with yellow around the wrists of his shirt and black around the collar. He also had a distinct Japanese accent. He continued walking.
"He can't be." You said as your friends stared in awe with you.
What do you do?
Follow him
Go to A-Kon
Run Into the Middle of the Street