Rain Drops

Chapter 3

"Agatha, are you really positive that everything is going to turn out all right? Your demeanour gives the impression of having experienced a significant change all of a sudden. You are conscious of the fact that I have been up all night, aren't you? She lapsed into utter quiet. When he spoke to her, did he not use her actual name? / Did he not call her by her name? "How do you know my name?" I inquired. The second one said, "You already told me." Never in a million years. Even though it was muted, you were still able to make out a tiny amount of his laughing. Are you of the opinion that I am right about this? Soon after I told you that mine did, I got my Mortensen in the mail. It wasn't long after that. By shaking her head, she made it clear that she was disgusted. When he first presented himself to her, what name did he give her? Were the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end? At that point, she was dangerously close to suffering a nervous breakdown. What exactly happened with the bus, if I may ask? “Agatha?” Could you please stop addressing me as "you" in our conversations? I'd really appreciate it. In spite of this, it seemed as though she was unaffected by the way that she communicated it to others. She was shaking uncontrollably and appeared to be in a state of extreme exhaustion at this very moment. Following a pause of a few seconds, the person in question gave the impression of releasing his hold on the circumstance. After that, she focused her attention once more on the phone in her hand. We anticipated the arrival of the bus within the following five minutes at the earliest. Is it too late to make an attempt now? Would there be some reason that would prevent it from arriving at its destination, whatever that reason may be? In the past, this occurrence did, on occasion, take place. Agatha had no other option but to walk or call a cab on nights like those because those were the only two modes of transportation available to her. In order for her to get to her apartment, she had to walk for a total of one whole hour. Honey, let's get this thing together and see where it leads us, shall we? You can opt to go for a walk instead of waiting for the bus if, after waiting for it for an additional five minutes, it still has not arrived. Please remove yourself from the presence of that scoundrel as quickly as you can. You also have the opportunity to transform into a Nightborn, providing that was always one of your life goals. She allowed a brief pause to pass before turning her attention to him. "I'm sorry, your honour, but I'm completely exhausted. Could you please assist me? During this time as we wait for the bus, is it appropriate for us to maintain silence? I ask that you kindly accept my apologies." In response to her harsh gaze, he gave a little nod. Wow, that's a stunning set of eyes. ripped through her nerves as an angry bird might a complex web made of strands. Agatha, there is not going to be a bus. It appeared as if a dead weight had been removed off of her stomach, which resulted in her chest to heave and her stomach to sink. If we can hold out for a little while more, I'm confident that we'll find a better offer. He gave a shake of the head and then turned and went away. It is not going to happen. The question that has to be answered is "How do you know that?" She suppressed the need to scream. Why did someone she had never met put her through such a horrible ordeal? He continued by saying, "I'm the driver, therefore I know." My responsibility includes the B29 line. Have been for a good number of years. Except on Wednesdays and weekends, every night." He approached the street lamp in an effort to get a closer view, so he moved up to it. Over the course of the past five years, I have been the one to drive you home. "Don't you have the slightest idea who I am?" Agatha was unable to move her lower body below the waist. She cast a quick glance at the man's face and realised that she had seen someone like him before. In point of fact, I was instantly familiar with him. During the time of the incident, he was working as a bus driver. It is difficult to think that she had not seen it in the past. There has has to be a more appropriate inquiry. She uttered it with her voice shaking with dread and trepidation as she spoke. You have to start running now since the bus is going to be late. I beg you to hasten your departure! The grin on the man's face converted the space into a brightly lit beacon. During all of those years, we did not exchange a single word with one another. You made your way onto the train, swiped your card at the turnstile, and found a seat. The seventh row, which is adjacent to a window. "I'm pretty much constantly in the same seat." Agatha felt something crawling on her back. What was the purpose of him keeping such information to himself? Do you believe that he was able to catch a peek of her while she was driving? The very thought of it made her feel queasy. It was under the name Agatha that he introduced himself. to get a deeper familiarity with you. Learn more about your true identity. The only thing that was written on the bus card was your name, and I knew that you rode the very last bus out to the suburbs every single night. Since you haven't even bothered to say hello to me, I've come up with a story to tell you in order to get to know you better.