I sit at the bus station, hovering at the border of unconsciousness. I'm so hungry, so tired. I can't afford to pass out though - I'll miss my chance.
Hopefully these cramps will pass.
I grip the ticket a little tighter, trying to pull myself together by focusing on it, until there's nothing else in the world but my ticket at the end of a dark tunnel.
My ticket out of here.
Pain from the cramps again.
I look up at the clock. Two hours until the bus leaves.
Bristol. That's where I'm going.