And then we were off. The lower deck was full so I climbed the stairs to the upper deck and found a seat in the corner and plonked myself down on it and looked around at the strangest bunch of characters come passengers you would never expect to find in one place. As we went into our future some kind of terrible fog descended and made it slow going for the bus, things appeared out of the fog and had to be driven around, and some things were driven right over and made a crunching sound under the wheels. Millie Mulligan was peering through the driver's window as she drove the bus through the fog and hoping to find more fuel for the boilers as the coal supply was almost empty. Suddenly, from out of the fog she saw an old man with a long white beard standing beside the road with his thumb out.