Jhon's Great Awesome Quest

Previously

…With a final, defeated groan, Jhon yanked the car door open. It creaked in protest, as if to say, “You’re not going anywhere, pal.” He slammed it shut with a little more force than strictly necessary. The bus. The dreaded, the inevitable bus. Jhon wasn’t a bus person. Buses were for people who didn’t have cars, for people who embraced the herd mentality of public transport. Jhon preferred his own four-wheeled chariot, his own private bubble of commuting bliss. But today, the bus was his only hope of reaching his destination without being officially late and earning a stern, disappointed look from his boss, Mr. Henderson, who had a particular talent for making even