I leaned back against the worn bus seat, trying not to jostle the two girls using my shoulders as pillows. Belle's blue hair tickled my neck on my right, while Naomi's pink-and-black locks draped across my left shoulder. Both of them had conked out within ten minutes of boarding the bus after our ferry ride.
Across the aisle, Jordan sprawled across two seats, mouth hanging open, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Dude had complained about the 4:30 AM departure time for fifteen straight minutes before passing out mid-sentence.
"They good back there?" Misato called from the driver's seat, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
"All sleeping like babies. Except Jordan. He's sleeping like a chainsaw."
She chuckled. "At least someone's resting. You should try it too. We've got almost five hours left."
"Can't sleep. Brain's too wired."
