I knew this place. I couldn't understand why. I kept looking at the map... then at the street... then back at the map. Nothing was wrong. Everything was exactly where it should be. I just hadn't recognised it. I thought I was following directions. Maybe the directions were following me. The glasses. The party. The car. Every strange thing brought me here. I looked up. The bus stop. The same bench. The same sign. The same crossing. I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was obvious. I spent all that time trying to save forty minutes. The display said... Forty minutes. Again. I watched the bus leave without me. I laughed. Maybe... that's enough time for something wonderful to happen. Another forty minutes.
