You wander back down so that you can ask the driver at the next stop.
”Didn’t you get on last stop?” he asks.
”I got on the stop before that. I… got distracted,” you tell him.
”Fair enough,” he says, and rolls you out a ticket from the machine.
You hand him the last fiver in your wallet.
”I haven’t got change for that,” he says. “Keep it, and the ticket, you might need it.”
You thank him and return to Bae. “What’s the number on the bottom of the ticket?”
”6458-2431.”
”It’s a lucky ticket,” says Bae. “The last four numbers: 2-4-3-1: that means you’ll be married two times, have four children, three will die, and you’ll have one left. It’s a perfect story. It’s consistent.”
You hand Bae the ticket. “You should have it!”
Bae smiles and waves it away. “I’m not having any children. This is our stop!”
You and Bae alight at the High Street. (goto 38)