Tuesday, January 16th, 9:00pm
Dillon (and Zoey)
Dillon sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Zoey: Hey. Aren’t you a bit young to be on the bus alone at this time at night?
Dillon: (stares at her for a moment) My mom’s sick. She went to the hospital.
Zoey: Oh no.
Dillon: So I have to go home to my step-dad. He’s drunk.
Zoey: Are you going to be okay?
Zoey: Is there a friend you could stay with instead?
Dillon: Yeah. But he lives the other way.
Zoey: Do you know his number? (pulls cell phone from pocket) I could call him.
Dillon: I’ll be okay.
Zoey: Well, can I give you some money to take another bus?
Dillon: (hesitates) Sh … sure.
Zoey: (hands him $3 in coins) Are you sure you’ll be okay?
Dillon: (shrugs) Yeah. Thanks.
Zoey: My stop’s coming up. Do you want to come with me to talk to the bus driver? He can make sure you get where you want to go.
They get up together.
Next stop: Wednesday, January 17th, 5:55pm