Prologue part A

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Unusual for the time of the year, the day was a picture of gloomy misery--which was fine, just fine--it matched his mood anyway. The footrest was broken, his seat was right before the restroom, and the man on the seat in front of him was snoring.

This is such a pleasant trip, thought Michael sarcastically, it's a wonder why people don't travel by bus more often.

His CD player whirled as it reached the end of the CD, he simply hit "play" again. He'd been listening to the same CD over the plane ride and for the past two hours of the bus trip. The music throbbing through the earphones helped him relax. That was, if one could be said to relax at all under the conditions that one was currently under.

The old lady two seats to the left of him squirmed. Michael smirked. He knew that his music, or at least its tempo, could be heard from that distance. He also knew exactly how he came across with his oversized black sweater, beaten backpack, and earphones blasting loud music stuffed into his ears. He had a feeling that if he leaned over, widened his eyes, and said 'boo' the grandma-looking old lady might die from a heart attack. But he wasn't that sadistic. Instead he contented himself by slouching even more in his seat and pulling his hood over his head

Such a nice beginning to such a nice load of crap, though Michael, as the bus made a left turn and he was pressed against the window by the centrifuged inertia of a heavy bus going at eighty-something miles per hour. He liked how that felt and left his head leaning against the glass.

If he was very lucky his stuff would've arrived before he did, and if he was very, very, lucky all of his stuff would have arrived but, as that luck had never been a prime factor in his life, Michael could not very well see it taking a part now. In other words, his things were still being shipped from Minnesota, he wouldn't see them for another week at least, and some of the things that he'd packed he probably would never see again.

Great, thought Michael, just great.

Not.

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