"Last Stop: Chicago!"
The driver yelled over the chatter of the crowd as the bus came to a gentle stop at the terminal. Everyone got off with their bags at hand. Gabriel sat in the front as he gazed through the windows swallowing his medication.
"Hey kid!" The driver yelled, "You have to get off!"
Gabriel looked at the driver with his dark toned eyes in a confused gaze. He didn't want to have a fight. With his bag on his lap he clutched it as he left the bus, not uttering a single word to the driver.
"Espero que hay alguien aqui. (I hope there's someone here)."
Swinging the backpack strap over his shoulder, the young Hispanic walked toward sidewalk, assimilating himself within the wave of people.