Avera set out for her daily morning routine. She had her dog marley to walk, get ready and rush to work. As she was getting ready, she thought about all the people at work and the client she was going to meet today. It suddenly felt so futile, so empty. She quickly dismissed the thought and got ready. A beige pencil skirt with a black blouse gave her a business like disposition. On her way to work on the bus, she couldn't strike off the feeling of someone following her, hadn't she seen that old man with crooked gray hat before, it almost felt as if he wanted to tell something. Maybe she was feeling paranoid with the whole princess dream but why did it feel as if the sword fit like a glove? Why was she almost longing for it?

She was thinking about all these things and suddenly she felt the bus being hit by something. People started to scream, she hit her head on the handle bar in front and started bleeding. Suddenly she felt arms around her shoulder, it was the man in gray hat. He whispered: 'we need to get out of here'. Did he mean get of the bus?