The train is back, but the conductor is dead this time.

What did I miss?

Hmm..

-21 and raining. Careful to those who walk here.

[ It's easy enough to spot the walking eyeball; because even the heavy, cold fog sizzles around the edges of his very being. Also Martin is standing, holding nothing in his arms but having them pliantly down by his sides. A hand raises; in Eyes general direction. ]

Forgive me, for not having too much faith. [ His hand goes down after a moment; and it's an awkward weight that Also Martin, himself, hasn't quite actually felt. ]

I might be. Always a bit chickenshit. [ He sways his weight from one foot to the other, and then goes to sit down. The cold, wet wood of the abandoned bus stop. ] Do you mind if we leave my way.

[ A chuckle rolls from him; slightly echoing as he boards the bus first. His steps are heavy, melancholic. ] You didn't prepare? This guy.. coming into the lonely and not preparing. [ He shakes his head. ] Don't worry. It's free for me and my plus one.

It is. [ He nods, and then a bit of discoloration comes to his cheeks. ] Well. No, this is- You're a twat. This is the stop. It's .. this bus will wait. [ He sighs, and finally goes to stand. Offering his hand to Eye. ]

[ Eye, despite what he has become, is startingly warm. He tilts his head as they step off the bus. ] .. Is it odd to not know? It must have been forever, since you didn't Know something.

No train. Try not to think about it too hard, though I know what you are like. [ He starts to langidly walk them past the busstop; and the fog begins to fade away in sheets. Until the sun shimmers and people bustle -- a park, though it's hard to discern where exactly. ]