He got to the bus, paid the discount ticket and..

Sat on the back of the bus, looking for something more than a reply. He looked at his hand, or what was left of it, and thought on the tragedy, on the drama, on being desperate, in loneliness. In his own loneliness, and how miserable he felt while everybody were staring at him. On the other side of the window, fog - just like the one in his head. Suddenly, his cellphone rang and..