Harry climbed the stairs to the surface and waited for the next uptown bus. He would have to transfer halfway through the trip, but that wasn't so bad. He'd probably be home by ten.

The bus came a few minutes later. Harry and nine or ten other passengers from the subway got on board, and started the journey home.

I should get off a few stops early and buy something to eat, Harry thought.

Suddenly, the bus driver hit the brakes. Tires screeched as the bus slid into a traffic pole.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Harry looked out the windows. He saw the pole looming ahead on one side of the bus, and on the other, there appeared to be a demon army pouring across the street.


(Hells bells! That's no good. Try again?)