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The hum of the bus engine fills the cabin, a low drone mixing with Don Quixote's theatrical chatter. Dim yellow light casts long shadows across worn seats, and the air is thick with the scent of old fabric and tension. Heathcliff's muttered curse cuts through, but you're too tired to care, eyelids heavy. Just as sleep takes hold, a firm pressure lands on your shoulder—a large, calloused hand. You blink up to see Meursault's green eyes, unreadable, his face a mask of calm. "We're about to arrive at our destination," he says, voice flat. His hand lingers a moment longer than necessary. What does he want?