It was evening.  A grey drizzly dismal evening just before the onslaught of night, the dirty rain shrouding the city in a miasmic fog of greyness, that chilled the skin and soaked into the bones.  He sat on the bus home, counting the street lamps, beating time to the regular spots of yellow light that passed him blearily from outside the bus window.

    The gloom seemed to permeate through everything, it was odd -- he could close his eyes against the sun, but there was no escape from darkness.  The bus sighed to a stop at a lonely street, letting an old lady off.  She had trouble manoeuvring the burden of her heavy bags through the narrow doors, but nobody bothered helping her.  She'd manage.  His head was turned away, staring at emptiness when a girl (she couldn't be more than thirteen) hurried onto the bus.  There were other empty seats but she strode purposefully over, and sat down next to him.  He was in no mood for company.

    Just then a shimmering green protoplasmic mass slammed through the window. Whizzing through the air at breakneck speed, it hit dead home with a solid whack. Right slap on his face.

    "Urb! Geb dibsh shtbubb obb my fabshe!" went he as the rest of the passengers scurried out of the way. A potpourri of emotions were stirred up, as various faces contorted this way and that to convey surprise, disgust, laughter and shock. But one person remained calm, with a hint of a smile on her face. Glancing ever so slightly at him, she opened her mouth and said...

    "Get the hell off his face now you hear me!" screamed the bus driver at the green blob.

    The blob hesitated for a while.  It then burst out of the bus, breaking another window in the process.
   "Darnded things" cursed the driver. "They're all over the place these days."

    He (as in He - not the bus driver) recovered soon enough from the shock, and wondered what could be causing green blobs to explode into buses. Strangely enough, whenever they did so, that girl would be on the bus.  That girl, the one who was opening her mouth to say, "What's your name?"

    He replied, "I'm..."

    Just then, another blob smashed through the window beside the little girl's head. The bus driver went wild and yelled vulgarities at the 'mossy slime ball', and 'damning it to hell'.

    Now, receiving so many shocks in such a short time was not what he (yes, He, not the bus driver) had planned for when he boarded this bus for work. Half dazed and half burning with curiosity, he blurted "Hey miss, do you happen to know anything about these little gobs do you?"

    The girl who appeared unaffected by the shards of glass showered all over the seat next
to her calmly replied, "Oh my mommy told me that those green thingies are totally harmless but i shouldn't go too close to them or I may be hurt. What's you name mister?"
 
    "Tonite, girl, you can call me Tonite," winked the pedophiliac school bus driver, thanking his lucky stars for his career test which had shunted him into that enjoyable occupation. Just then, another glob slung through the open window next to him and splatted him smack bang across the side of his head.

    This was followed by a stream of obscenity, profanity, and all round bad language that served as more of an education for the little child sitting behind him than any school could offer. Little trails of slime were inching down his neck and shoulders and beginning to pool in his armpits, which started to make humorous squeaky noises as Tonite continued to steer the bus through an increasingly erratic route.
    The bus driver continued to test the limits of the twenty year old bus he was at the helm of, attaining sub-sonic speeds as he swerved around other sluggish vehicles on the roadway, the girl's frightened pleas were obscured by the pile of slime in his ear...

    "Please mister Tonite*, i wasn't talking to you.." the girl pleaded in appropriate fright. "I was talking to that nice gentleman sitting next to me....hey where'd he go?"
 
    The nice gentleman was not on the bus.
 
    Maybe he jumped off half-crazed with green goo and fell into a drain... Maybe he had had enough and got off to hail a cab since he was probably late for work already...Maybe he dissolved. What do you think?
 
*it might benefit the reader to know that Mr Tonite's first name was Chicken. His parents couldn't resist it... the sauce that is..
 
    But back to the story..

    The girl was visibly shaken at his disappearance.

    "Quit shaking back there, ingrate," the bus driver yelled, "you're not making steering the bus any easier."
    Just then, the blobs attacked in full force. The man who'd previously disappeared miraculously materialized out of thin air (the air wasn't quite thin as, say, at high altitudes though), holding a giant hammer.

    The aforementioned man wielded the hammer like you would a hammer, striking down the poor defenceless blobs with a fanatic ferocity. The girl was amazed that such a nice gentleman could be so cruel, so dastardly, so archetypically EVIL. Her fantasy was shattered - she was no longer whole.
    With one fell swoop (several actually) her entire life had been reduced to a puddle of writhing, moribund blobs on the floor of the bus.
     "Well lady, I just helped you get rid of those nasty blobs that were trying to attack you and suck your brains out. What do I get in return?" He sidled up to her suggestively.

        "Eaten."

    With a split-second transmogrification (one of those things that mean the same as metamorphosis and are equally hard to pronounce), the girl gelled into a gelatinous gob of goo. I.e, she became ... a BLOB.
    "WHAT! You're one of them!" He was caught totally off-guard. The she-blob reared and pounced like a preying praying mantis, landing squarely on the man.

    Here it would be appropriate to move in slow motion so as to appreciate the difficulties experienced by the man in his interaction with the girl-blob.  With adequate slowness, the man fended off the blob with one hand as he valiantly struggled to snatch the hammer from its resting place on the floor.  The camera zooms in as his hand inched towards the potentially lifesaving tool.  The goo swamped his legs and started dragging him towards the back seat of the bus and certain oblivion.  A few sharp kicks, and the blob was dispersed for a moment.
    Exhausted from his vigorous efforts, the man lunged towards the hammer in a drunken manner.  But, the blob was back in action and landed on his upper body.  A few inches short of the handle, his arm was overwhelmed by a bubbling green substance which behaved like boiled starch.  In other words, the goo got him.
        Purring to herself contentedly, she reflected upon that scene again, basking in the warm afterglow. Too easy. *rrrrr* He wasn't much of a challenge after all.. didn't put up much of a fight either.
        Examining a translucent fingernail, she took a final pull at the cigarette, filling her lungs with the very essence that keep her alive, and flicked the winking butt-end away. It glowed for about four seconds, and died.
        Exhaled.
        Wispy trails and fragile streams, chased and broke into each other. She felt like she could live like this under the moonlight forever..not thinking, not doing, just idling. Pondering the Great Nothing, just like most of the human fools out there. She didn't feel like being an Alien Hive-Queen anymore.. nor did she want to masquerade as a human.. get married, have 2.4 kids, and yell at her husband to Leave The Toilet Seat Down every morning.
        Life had not come a full circle.. it had went in a downward spiral. In the spiral, you don't come back to the same place, although it feels quite the same... again, and again and again and again.

        Do you sense Deja vu?
        A little voice asked her.
        Do you sense Deja vu?
        A sharp flicker.
        Do you sense Deja vu?
        Do you sense Deja vu?
        Do you?
        Do you?
        Do you?
        Enlighten me.
        Do you sense Deja vu?
        Do you sense Deja vu?
        Quite catchy, really.
        It seemed to be a Jiminy Cricket. Her jiminy Cricket.
        Oh dear, it seems that Paradox is already settling in.

        A shmile in the dark
        Stars in the night
        Cheshire twinkle
        Her last smile before bed.