It seemed like it was night, since the sun had already set. Charon was still driving the bus, a blank expression on her face as always. Most of the Sinners were asleep except for Faust, Ishmael, Sinclair, Hong Lu, and Heathcliff. Dante was sitting down in one of the bus seats, seemingly zoned out, but you could never tell, it's not like he could really portray any expression/emotions on that clock head of his.