"Princess......NOW......!" , the crooked gray hat almost screamed and pulled her with all his might and held her like a baby in his arms. The power in his arms was exceptional for an old man, with such a wrinkled face.He grabbed his hat, muttering something between his lips. and the world around them suddenly went quiet.
It was as if the time had stopped...no, not stopped, slowed down, just for them. Avera was being carried by the old man, outside the bus, across the street. She was about to catch her breath, when the old man jumped, stretched his arms and transporting her through the air, as if they were floating through it.
Avera looked down to see all the people in the bus were frantically running out for their lives. The road in front of the bus had cut open and the bus and the other vehicles were being engulfed into the slit. The old man finally put Avera down on the top floor of one of the neighboring buildings, and sighed, "Here. We are safe now, Princess".
Avera gawked at his face and the words dropped from her mouth...."Who.....Who are you? How did you.....Why did you...What the hell is going on?"
"Forgive me Princess. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Hanuman, guardian of your family since Treta Yuga, I mean, for last 9 thousand years.", he kneeled down and slowly raised his head to look up to her.