Get on, wait 5 minutes, get off.

That's your daily bus routine. Every morning, down to the second you have it memorized. You get on, sit down on the squeaky seat in the very back, and watch the sunrise through the foggy and smudged window. You can barely see the yellows and oranges and pinks through the years of caked on handprints, but you don't mind.

This morning, however, your whole routine has been changed.

It started out normal. Get to the bus stop, wait, get picked up. But as you go to sit in your familiar seat, you're stopped in your tracks as you see another guy sitting in that squeaky seat, looking at the sunrise through your smudged window. Knowing you have to sit down, you take the seat right in front of him, a pout on your lips as you look at the sunrise through a window that's clear. Although the colors are more vibrant, they don't feel right.

Little did you know, your entire routine would never go back to normal...