“Bubs, I need to do this on my own.”

“Suit yourself.” Bubs walks off.

You walk to the bus stop and wait.
And wait.
And wait.

Your bus finally comes rolling around. It is now 9:30pm.

When were you supposed to meet Bill? Oh, right. EIGHT O’CLOCK.

Well, at least you’re alive, for what that’s worth.

THE END

There are many paths to adventure in this story. Try again and you may have more luck next time!