Marc whirled about to Toffee. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he demanded.
"What for?" Toffee asked blithely. "You'd only have worried. And everything turned out fine, didn't it?"
As the company of undesirables staggered, reeled and toppled from the bus onto the lawn, Marc and Toffee followed after. Marc refitted his glasses to his nose and paused before the driver's extended hand.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Look, buddy," the driver said, "where can I hide this hack? Those cops may be comin' back here any minute."
"Seems a shame to hide it," Marc said acidly, "when we've spent so many happy hours together in it."
"I gotta hide it, mister," the driver said. "I don't want to get into any trouble. You see, this ain't my bus."
"What?" Marc said.
The driver shook his head woefully. "I was just standing there when you came along and offered to hire it. The guy who owns it was in a java joint down the street. I just got fired off my job this morning, and when you came along and made me that offer, well, it was such a beautiful day and all...."