Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Hold on. We have to hold on. The bus that ran along the station stopped at the bus stop next to it and dropped off three passengers. There are no new passengers. The bus seemed somewhat uncertain. It doesn't exist, and there's nothing on board.

A small car overtakes the bus. Loading wood back like a light truck and transporting it somewhere. Say something, but can you stand up? But I don't feel like I'm building a house around here. On the contrary, I thought it might be scrap material that has been dismantled. I don't know why I'm in such a hurry, but it seems to be accelerating and heading ahead as I judge it to be urgent.