Yolanda jolted awake as the train conductor called for all to get off. The end of the line. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep. How could she be so reckless? Smacking her cheek lightly as a way of waking herself up further, she stood up and joined the small crowd exiting the train. Yolanda eventually stepped out onto the platform and glanced up at the sign that displayed the name of the station.

[i]Rockaway Station[/i]. She wasn't sure if she had ever been down this way before, at least not via this route. Shrugging slightly, she moved through the crowd and out into the street, attempting to look as inconspicuous as possible. Her appearance made that all the more difficult. Squinting through the still falling rain, she spotteda sheltered bus stop with a perhaps less than pleasant looking man sitting on the bench within.

Yolanda gave pause at the man but decided it would be more suspicious not to take a seat. She was just a girl waiting for a bus. Nothing more. Jogging through the rain, she arrived shortly at the bus stop and sat down, perhaps a little further from the man than would be deemed just social etiquette. She set her bag down at her feet and removed her jumper, adrenaline having heated her body.