FIVE: The Journey Home to Sageport

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The bus ride home felt like a slow descent into uncertainty for Essie. As she gazed out the window, the passing scenery blurred into indistinct shapes and colors, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

With each passing mile, Essie felt the weight of her decision to return home press down on her like a heavy burden. Thoughts of her situation casted a shadow over her, leaving her heart heavy with apprehension.

What would await her beyond the familiar streets of Sageport? Would she find solace in the warmth of her family's embrace, or would she be met with the cold reality of shattered dreams and broken promises?

But amidst the turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope; a flicker of anticipation that danced on the edges of Essie's consciousness. Perhaps returning home would offer her the chance to start anew, to leave behind the mistakes of her past and forge a path toward redemption.

Suddenly, the bus jolted violently, and Essie's thoughts left her mind as quickly as they had came. The abrupt stop sent passengers flying forward in their seats. Essie's heart leaped into her throat as she gripped the edge of her seat. The sound of screeching tires filled the air, mingled with the anguished cries of passengers as the bus spun out of control.

Essie felt herself being thrown against the seat, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around her.

"What the heck is going on?" Essie thought to herself - and from the expression of the other passenger's faces, they were all thinking the same thing. 

Without notice, the bus collided with another vehicle, sending glass and metal into the air. Noise and confusion rung in Essie's head as the force of the impact sent her hurtling through the air. 

As she tumbled head over heels, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Colors blurred and shapes twisted in a kaleidoscope, and Essie felt a sharp pain shoot through her body as she found herself lying on the ground. 

The bus lay twisted, its windows shattered and its body frame bent in unnatural angles. Passengers lay scattered about, some unconscious, other moaning in pain.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Essie's vision went black.

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