Buses made her feel lonely. She sat at the back, hood up, a dark little figure amongst the brash neon’s of the workers’ fluorescent jackets. Remembered laughter superimposed itself over the sounds of  the children at the front: laughter from a time long past, when things were different. She wondered if she would ever stop hearing that sound, harsh and beautiful- pure, if you forgot what came after. She wondered if she would ever want to stop. It was unlikely. For all the pain it caused her she couldn’t let it go.