They made their way out of the sewer and to the local Greyhound. They bought tickets for the first bus out of the station it was headed for Florida. Desman and Morgan sat in the back of the bus away from the other passengers, hoping the smell from the onboard washroom next to them would mask the nasty smell of waste that clung to them from their trek through the sewers. Luckily the bus was not full. Besides them, there were only eight other passengers, and they sat up front.
“So where are we going?” Desman asked as they cuddled in the back. His arms were around Morgan holding her close. The bus was quiet at this hour everyone else, with the exception of the driver, was asleep.
“Florida.”
He snickered. “After that?”
“Well, we will get a motel and clean up then book tickets to London.”
