She released a sigh of relief as Kaito’s blunt instrument stopped inches from her face and lowered, “You’re welcome.”<br/><br/>The next series of events happened in a blur; Damon narrowly missed becoming an animated corpse, the whole group closed in on the bus and they were thrown inside. Nozomi took a seat at the back of the bus, pulling her legs up into her chest and setting her head quietly against her knees. She wanted to cry; for Akane, for Kaito’s girlfriend, for her favourite teachers, and her parents… But she didn’t want to seem weak. So, she closed her eyes for a moment of respite, and cleared her mind of thoughts of the mayhem outside. The engine started, Nozomi had never heard a sweeter noise, and they were off.<br/><br/><br/>“Damon said we should go to the police station,” she called from the back, hearing Kahlan state she didn’t know where to go.