X has been waiting in the bus shelter for two hours.
The yellow hue from The Vaconsoft Parc is obscuring the night sky.
There is persistent rain.
It is around 10.15pm.
X regards a discarded chip carton illuminated by the street light overhead.
There is an empty bus on the opposite side of the road with it’s interior lights on.
X has been contemplating the whereabouts of the driver for some time now.
