I don't notice when a new bus arrives behind me, not until I am conscious of everybody leaving.
But I am still staring into the trees. Staring in horror.
What are they doing here?
Is it not bad enough that they have wrecked my life without following me here now?
My eye colours spin faster, and then ...
My skin. Normally a sort of healthy pink colour, when I'm hot sort of brown, but now ... dead white. As if all the blood has frozen in my veins.
And then my eye colours stop moving.
My heart has stopped.