Sarah looked behind her seat as she heard someone call out to Nate.

"Nate, someone's calling for you," she told him quietly.

She noticed some kids moving around. She waited to see if they would do anything stupid before she intervened. When she saw them sit next to the black mass, she knew held a child. Sarah smiled as she thought about how nice it was they went to their friend.

Chase watched the other kids on the bus quietly, cautiously, his eyes luminous and round. An older boy that Chase had dreamed about in the long, scary dream (which many people had experienced, allegedly), was leading Penelope towards Victoria’s shadow-bubble. The older boy gestured for Chase to speak up, and the small boy shrank back shyly, shaking his head. There were too many people over there. He’d let Penny handle the being friendly part. Chase was only, really good at conversing one-on-one.

Chase looked back towards Mr. Holloway, surmising that he hadn’t heard his question. Unlike the other kids, Chase didn’t have the guts to get to his feet and/or reiterate the question. So, he didn’t. He just sat, and waited for the bus to reach the museum. Her drew his legs up to his chest and looked out the window, watching New York roll by.