"There isn't even a bus stop here. How long are we supposed to wait?"
"This bus is out of service. Who knows when the next one will come?"
"I'm already late for work! What's going on?"
"It's not easy to get a taxi around here, either..."
Amid the overlapping complaints, the person I was possessing had stepped onto the sidewalk. He turned around and looked at the bus stopped in the middle of the road.
The bus seemed to have broken down. The driver was shouting for the passengers to hurry onto the sidewalk while waving at the surrounding vehicles to signal them to go around.
It seemed to be morning rush hour, but not the time of day when traffic usually got congested. There were plenty of vehicles on the road, but they were all moving at a steady pace.
The bus stopped in the middle of the road caused a minor traffic jam behind it.
I lingered by the roadside for a while, leaning out to look left, apparently watching hopefully for the next bus to arrive.
Some people around me left, while others stayed where they were.
Traffic gradually returned to normal. The cars steered around the bus and drove off in the lanes on either side.
But none of them were buses on the same route.
The complaints around me grew louder, and more people left. Some walked away, while others chose to take a taxi. Getting one wasn't that easy, either. Some people even started arguing over an empty cab.
I raised my hand and looked down at the watch on my wrist.
Nine ten.
The rush of anxiety that welled up inside me surprised me.
I wasn't a taxi driver. I could sense the consciousness of the person I was possessing, and when I