Who: Carson, OPEN
What: Sitting
Where: A bus stop
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: PG



Carson had been extremely nervous for a good part of the day. One of the men in the back of the bus looked suspicious. He wasn’t the man who had been following him but looked similar, at least. Possibly a new shift? Why would he follow Carson to work? It wasn’t like he levitated the bus or anything…however the man eventually got off near the end of Carson’s shift and he felt himself immediately relax. Stopping at the bus depot he let everyone get out and then switched shifts with the bus driver who always took over after him, offering a little smile and a hello.

After stepping inside the building to stamp his time card he headed right back out the door and over to a bench. Really he had no urge to leave right then and figured sitting at a bus stop at the bus depot might be relaxing. It might even be fun. After all, the man really did like watching people. Especially his people; his bus people. He loved the variety of citizens who took the buses whenever they needed to. Inside his head he would sometimes create stories for them; adventures if you will to amuse himself. So for the time being he sat there and hummed a little tune in his head, watching people. Thinking. Dreaming.