At last, the bus stopped.
He would have jumped of his seat as soon as the bus stopped, rushed to the door and made the most distance possible between the crowd and himself, but that was a bad idea. Gray Eyes told him to avoid the crowd, yes, but also to avoid getting overexcited, and especially avoid getting overexcited in a crowd. "Best chances for a death rage before witnesses, and with heavy casualties."
Adam made an effort to calm his impatience, and remained on his seat a bit longer, the time that the noisy flock of humans gather their trifles, get back on their feet for a forgotten Ipod or water bottle, and finally left the bus and scatter. Then, swiftly and with precise moves, he got on his feet, took his bag and his suitcase and left the bus. "Thank you", he said to the bus driver as he past over him. The road since Oregon had been long, and the driver made it diligently.
At last, some fresh air. Adam spent a moment breathing deeply and stretching. Consulting his city plan, Adam realized he was not that far from Bismark Hotel, perhaps half an hour. After consulting a few touristic flyers, he made his choice on that hotel for his first few days in Sacramento. Ignoring the taxi cabs, he started walking, trailing his suitcase behind him.
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