“I guess you oversold it a little,” you mutter under your breath.
You stand up and walk out of the bus.
Everyone else is off the bus, even the driver. Once you step off the bus you see a small town. The main street is the same main street from your dream, but in the day it looks alive and vibrant. There are people walking the streets, none of the shops are closed or shuttered. It’s early fall, and small trees with brilliant orange and red leaves line the street.