Thalia had been silent up until we reached the bus terminal. I found myself staring at the brightly lit board, times and dates flashing through my mind. I walked over to the clerk; I pulled a couple bills from my bag. I couldn’t help my wandering gaze, my eyes flickering towards the multitude of camera’s in the bus terminal. 

It was a silly thought, one driven by paranoia and fear. What if they managed to find me? Melissa and Fran