<strong>Davis Maxwell</strong><br/><br/>The lurch of the bus to a stop was enough to wake Davis from his light doze.  The thought of stopping, being somewhere other than this damned bus, it felt like salvation, like he had been born again.  He didn't really care if it was a rest stop or the final destination, he was going to get out.<br/><br/>Davis of course was oblivious to the news reports, oblivious to any tension in the air.  He did note Maggie stalking down the aisle the way she did though, and made sure not to poke his head out until she was past.  It seemed wise to avoid the lioness today, especially if he wanted any peace.<br/><br/>"I'll catch you guys in a while," Davis told Aurora as he passed her strumming her guitar.  She seemed content to stay and be mellow, but Davis felt like a caged rat.  He was pulling on a shirt as he walked and buttoning a pair of jeans.  Snatching up the pile of paperwork he saw Maggie had set out with room assignments and such, Davis stuffed it in a back pocket.  Eyeing Maggie and John and others clumped near the doors outside, Davis waited inside the bus steps for just the right moment.  He then slipped down the steps and went the other direction, face hidden, until he could bend around the back of the bus and disappear.<br/><br/>Now, head up, shirt almost buttoned, Davis stretched his arms and looked around him.  Ah, a new city to conquer.  He grinned widely and started down the road, ready for a good old time.