Georgetown

2016

Jeremy Wilson had just finished dinner with a client at a local Georgetown restaurant called Filomena Ristorante. His gait carried the typical swagger of a young professional in DC. Having begun to build his ever-important network, his confidence ran high, knowing that it was these types of dinners separated partners from associates.

Jeremy unbuttoned the third of his dress shirt. It was all the changing he would be doing from his business meeting. He scratched his unshaven jaw, the one he arduously tried to style. The city crawled with Jeremy Wilsons – young professionals on the rise who worked hard and played harder. He sped to a jog as he saw the city bus approach the bus stop, hopped on board and walked toward the back of the bus. He was on his way to meet his friends at McFadden's for the usual weekend outing - drinks and chasing tail.

The bus was pretty full for a Saturday night. It was only 9 o'clock so people weren't stumbling yet, but a great deal of rowdy Georgetown students had boarded the bus. Wilson figured they were heading to Foggy Bottom for a cheaper drink than the swanky piano bars Georgetown had to offer. The students brought a bit of entertainment to the other passengers on the bus as they continued their conversation at a louder than necessary volume as if on stage. An elderly woman grimaced at the future of America while a young married couple couldn't help but laugh as one of the students finished his story about the last frat party he went to and why it was the last.

Jeremy sat in the back corner and stared out the window. He saw a middle-aged couple giggling as they walked arm and arm, weighted down by shopping bags. He wondered if they had been married previously or if they were taking their time through their late thirties as he was. He knew it was smart to be focusing on work but he was getting restless. Everyone was telling him to wait to find a girl.

But why be closed off to it? What if I end up missing out on a great girl because I'm too stubborn? Girls don't like stubborn.

Just as he thought this he noticed a break in the conversation up at the front of the bus. The group of students started yelling, others joined and all was mass confusion. Confusion became panic and panic became terror. Jeremy looked toward the front of the bus as fire shot toward him, filling the bus and consuming the passengers. The bus windows blew and explosive flames billowed out and up into the city air. The streets began to stir as the charred remnants of the bus continued to roll down the street - only coming to a stop upon impact with a telephone pole.

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