We all end up waiting for something. Waiting to grow up. Waiting on dreams that can change every day, and maybe, whether you want to or not, if another wants to sit next to you and do the very same. But for every dream comes a reality, and when left in the wake of bus that wouldn't let you on, you can do little more than wonder.

"Are they okay?"

For Daniel, his feet still firmly planted where they stood that day, such aspirations of happiness step aside for those of down to earth satisfaction. Whose simple life, of seldom distraction, settles in for the long haul of waiting for an answer.

"But am I?"