I stuff my amber notebook back into my bag. It can wait. There are more pressing things going on ... like the fact that several people appear to be dying. I take a deep breath. It's going to be fine.
A girl has been bandaging the ribs of the man who fell to the front. She's done well, but I can do better.
"Thank you," I say to her as she passes, hurrying towards the next injured traveller. I don't know if she heard me.
Cursing inwardly at the series of events that has caused me to show myself, I kneel down by the bandaged man.
"Don't worry," I tell him. "I'm going to heal you." He looks at me briefly and then his eyes roll back. He's unconscious. I place my hands on the head wound first, and small silver stars start to knit it together, replacing blood, closing the wound ... Then his ribs. I can feel my energy flagging but know that I've got off lightly compared to some people on the bus. Soon he's as good as new. I want to take the bandages off, but it would make things too obvious.
A small group has gathered around us.
"Did you see that?!" I can hear them say. I get up and move on to tend the rest of the injured. If I was back home I'd have so many other medicines and stuff, things I could use to heal these people. But for now, magic will just have to do.
As I walk along the aisle, I wonder this:
Do these people know that I'm an alien?