Harley's POV
"Miss,"
an elderly voice called.
I blinked and then rubbed my eyes, waking up from my sleep.
An elderly man stood in front of me.
"This is our last stop," he said as I quickly sat upright and looked around.
I was on a bus and the only one besides him.
"I'm sorry, but where am I?" I asked seriously.
"We are in a country ..."
"Country! Did you just say country? How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was making a phone call in a booth to my friend Molly," I said in nearly a scream.
"Miss, you boarded the bus like the rest of the passengers and rested most of the time," he answered.
"That's impossible. No, how long will it take for me to go back to where I boarded from?" I asked loudly.
"A week," he answered.
I sprang from my seat with my mouth wide open.
