Although Toby had been a proxy for some time, he did occasionally have to take public transport to and fro long distance missions. It was the dead middle of winter, making Colorado an Arctic landscape. The lights on the public bus were dim, casting a comfortable glow on the riders, although there was only about 4 of them including Toby. Curled up on a seat near the back of the vehicle, Toby seemed to be lightly dozing, her form relaxed beside the occasional twitch or crack of his neck. Two papers were stuck to the window, both holding eerie drawings. The bus was a stark contrast to the nearly pitch black sky outside, illuminated, while the soft white snowflakes drift about in the darkness.

After a few grueling minutes of waiting at the bus stop, the fat snowflakes whirling around you and the cold air nipping at your face, said bus had finally arrived. You could see the dim overhead lights through the windows, illuminating the inside and its passengers, looking very inviting from out in the dark cold winter weather. The bus comes to a stop, old brakes screeching in protest to the halt in movement, before the double doors open with yet another screech from a different mechanic contraption. A good portion of the passengers step out, paying no mind to you as they pass, continuing their respective directions. After a moment, you clamber onto the bus step. It was a bit high. You climb the stairs, giving a small thanks of acknowledgment to the driver, before stepping down the aisle. There was only one remaining passenger, a brunette boy, looking no older than 18, curled up on a seat in the back. His hoodie was torn in places, the striped sleeves pulled over his hands. Paying no mind to the odd boy, the scar on his face, and the eerie drawings plastered on his window, you search for which seat to take your spot in.