The bus I was in was starting it's engine. "Wait!" I stood up. I was still very out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes! The guy from my cabin, Sam! He was right behind us!" The bus driver glared at me. He slowly turned around in his seat, but an arm on the back of his chair and cleared his throat. 
"Honey, that boy is probably dead and we have to get out of here. Do you want to die? 'Cause I sure as hell don't!" He roared. I was taken aback when he yelled at me. 
"Just wait! Look, I see him coming!" I pointed out the window. I didn't see him. But I figured if I just gave him at least one more minute, if he was alive, he could make it.