It was raining heavily that evening when I found myself stranded at a crowded bus station hundreds of miles from home. The rain had been falling for hours, turning the roads outside into streams of muddy water and making every passing vehicle disappear behind a curtain of mist.
Inside the station, the atmosphere was just as chaotic. Travelers crowded beneath the dim lights, carrying suitcases, backpacks, and plastic bags filled with whatever they had managed to protect from the rain. Children slept against their parents’ shoulders while tired passengers stared anxiously at the departure screens, waiting for some sign that their buses would finally arrive.
I stood near one of the windows, watching water race down the glass. My clothes were still damp, and I could feel the cold slowly settling in. I checked my phone again, but the battery was nearly dead. There was no one I could call for help, and the few messages I had received only made it clear that the roads ahead were becoming more difficult to travel.
Every few minutes, an announcement echoed through the station, followed by a wave of movement as passengers gathered around the ticket counters. I kept hoping to hear the name of my destination, but each announcement seemed to bring another delay or cancellation.
As the evening grew darker, the crowd slowly became restless. Some people began searching for hotels, others tried to arrange alternative transportation, and a few simply settled down wherever they could find a dry place to sit.
I had never imagined that a simple journey could leave me feeling so far away from everything familiar. Hundreds of miles separated me from home, and the storm outside showed no sign of stopping.
Then, just as I was beginning to wonder whether I would have to spend the entire night at the station, I noticed someone standing alone near the far end of the waiting area.
At first, there was nothing unusual about the person. But something about the way they were watching the crowd caught my attention. They seemed to be waiting for someone — or perhaps watching for someone.
I looked away and tried to convince myself that I was simply tired and imagining things. But when I glanced back a few moments later, the stranger was still there.
And this time, they were looking directly at me.
