The bus swayed and bumped along, and the dusky light of sunset made the long journey especially boring.
Even Teacher Palami seemed listless. She propped her head up with one hand and dozed against the door, even drooling.
A small magic trick Dick performed casually drew a great deal of attention. It was only a one-dollar bill.
Yet it kept changing hands, suddenly appearing in his left hand, then in his right, before finally being pulled from his collar.
The masterful performance earned applause from everyone.
The burst of applause startled Palami awake from her nap, and only then did she realize that the long journey
still had no end in sight. She was even more bored than the students.
"How much longer until we get there?"
Palami called out helplessly, pulling out her phone to check the real-time map that had just updated.
Because a crucial stretch of road was undergoing emergency repairs after an accident, the convoy had no choice but to change direction.
That made the Star City students rather enviable. They had come by ship, and before boarding the bus,
some students had joked that the black slaves drifting in from across the sea were the ones taking ships. Well, now it was their turn to be imprisoned one by one.
This stuffy bus was nothing compared to a ship.
At least on a ship, they could fish by the rail...
"How about I tell you a joke?" the masked driver said in a muffled voice. It was obvious
that he wanted to have a little fun too.
"Sure!" Someone in the bus immediately raised a hand in agreement.
Seeing their enthusiastic response, the driver nodded in satisfaction. "Listen up. Once upon a time, in a mental hospital, there were two people..."
"One night, they decided