Chapter 3 - The Roadside12th Unimont (Hopesday)
Holton Elgar opened his eyes at the sensation of the bus coming to an abrupt stop, the kind of sensation experienced only when a vehicle encounters an unexpected obstacle and not the gentle deceleration of a bus arriving at a destination. He came fully awake in less than fifteen seconds, oriented himself to the interior of the bus, and then forced his eyes to look at the landscape. Grass-clothed plains to his right, stark naked mountains to his left, and only open road fore and aft. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
“Stay calm, everyone,” the driver announced in a voice signaling this was a rather routine, if inconvenient, event. “Flat tire. I need everyone who is able to please exit to the right, and I will accept any volunteers willing
