Blues. Smooth blues blasting in my ears. It almost drowns out the noise of the chit-chattering fellow passengers in the bus. Not quite, but almost. It helps me concentrate. Or zone out. I don't even know what state I’m in anymore, just endlessly staring out through the half-frozen window into the thick fog that seems to be ever-so-present all around the...lost - that's the state I'm in, same as the other 42 people in the bus, including the driver. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Yo...