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A low, persistent hum from the bus engine permeates the cabin, weaving with the theatrical cadence of Don Quixote's speech. Faint yellow lighting stretches shadows over the scuffed leather seats, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged upholstery and unspoken strain. A muttered oath from Heathcliff slices through the haze, but you're too spent to register it, your eyelids surrendering to their weight. Just as consciousness slips away, a firm, deliberate pressure anchors your shoulder—a large hand, palms rough from work. You blink upward into the placid, unreadable green of Meursault's eyes, his expression a study in calm. 'We are approaching our destination,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. His hand remains, a steady weight, for a heartbeat longer than the situation de…