"Do you know where this bus leads to?"

"You don’t know where you’re going?" The obscure stranger bewildered; his eyebrows raised in astonishment. How cute.

I didn’t answer, and he got the hint.

"Okay, well, we’re heading to Neverland." The boy remarked with a smirk. It made me smile with how contagious it was.

"Clever. It won’t matter whether you tell me or not anyway. I’ll find out soon."

"To go where we’re heading? Not for a while." He paused, "You honestly don’t know where this bus is going to?"

I examined his thin lips and immediately looked the other way when realizing how awkward I am for my own well being. "No, I was in a rush."

"So if you were rushing, you wouldn’t know if you were actually being kidnapped by a taxi driver?"

"Not necessarily. That hasn’t happened yet so I don’t know." I blinked. Wow, that was stupid of me to say.

"Dare I ask, but…you have a suitcase with you. Don’t tell me you’ve run away?" He was hesitant, but enough to start an interrogation. I concluded that he might not be the same age as me. He gave off this certain feeling—one you’d get from a leader or an older sibling.

"What’s your name?" It was an instinct for me to avoid the topic.

"You’re crying…"

"Am I?" I scrunched my eyebrows in disbelief and gasped when I touched my cheek. He was right.