In an attempt to calm myself, I closed my eyes, and under way too stimulating pictures in my head, I somehow drifted to sleep.
"Kenny, we have arrived!"
I raised my head, seeing impatient soldiers standing in line between the seats and a way too handsome puppy beaming at me.
I nodded groggily and waited for Henry to stand up.
He gave the soldiers a death glare, and they made space so we could leave the now-empty bus.
The groups of workers that would usually get separated were now still standing together, with the guy who called me weak standing on top of a barrel.
He gave us a reproaching glance and then started to talk.
"Today everyone will work together. The steel beams will be anchored on the roof till next week to build a whole new level! No antics; do what you are told, no bawls!"
What a nice way to bid us farewell, a new story on top of the usual occupational therapy.
