Secondhand souls
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Twilight. The yellow/orange lights of street lamps illuminate the crowded, grey streets.
Interior of the bus. All the passengers are well dressed. They are different in age, gender and style, but all with the usual dull light in their eyes. No feeling leaks from their faces.
One passenger is sitting in the seat where Noah usually sits. Through his point of view we look out the window at the city at the end of the day.
The bus continues its journey to the next stop. Noah's stop.
Still through the passenger's point of view we get up and head for the exit. No one looks away.
The bus doors open with their unmistakable noise and let in a strong, blinding white light from outside.
Fade into white.
Interior of the bus. All the passengers are well dressed. They are different in age, gender and style, but all with the usual dull light in their eyes. No feeling leaks from their faces.
One passenger is sitting in the seat where Noah usually sits. Through his point of view we look out the window at the city at the end of the day.
The bus continues its journey to the next stop. Noah's stop.
Still through the passenger's point of view we get up and head for the exit. No one looks away.
The bus doors open with their unmistakable noise and let in a strong, blinding white light from outside.
Fade into white.