Where is My Bed and Breakfast – Part 2

Mistakes and Misadventures

I sat quietly upstairs in the front seat of the double-decker bus, hoping the driver did not realize I was still on board. I kept my feet flat and motionless on the floor, not shifting position even when startled by his whistling then belting out a few lines of a favorite tune. I continued to sit perfectly still, scarcely breathing,  expectantly waiting for him to start the the engine. I wondered if he would come to the upper deck, to peek over the top step to confirm no one was on board before restarting the bus. I worried what would happen if saw me?