Overnight to San Francisco

"Next stop Reno, Nevada! All those not continuing on to San Francisco get out here as we're running non-stop through Death Valley!"

The bus pulls over and all but six of the passengers climb off, gather their belongings and disappear into the terminal. The bus refuels and then swings out onto the highway, the silver of the Greyhound bus reflecting the hot afternoon desert sun.

The passengers doze quietly in their seats, the heat of the desert providing a warm blanket over them as the sun slowly begins to sink into the west, casting long shadows across the open terrain.

As the sun finally dips beneath the horizon, night falls and the sky is ablaze with stars, a crescent moon soaring high above them as the bus continues on, ever westwards.