It began to rain as a small bus pulled into the station, it was the one you were waiting for. The bus to Innsmouth. You were here after receiving a letter from a friend, saying that their teenage daughter had run away from home after having dreams of the town she had never been to before. So, here you are.

A large, bulbous man got off the bus and tipped his hat to you. He must be the bus driver.

Nicole flashed him an empty smile.

"Well, thank you, sir," she said, boarding the bus.  She had a large valise and a larger coat and hat; her "hands" were hiding in the sleeves of the coat, so it wasn't entirely obvious that something was wrong when they picked up her bag.

"Do you need help with your bags?" the bus driver asked in a gurgling voice.

"No, I'm fine, thank you," said Nicole.  She'd rather make sure that she knew where they were.  She took a seat, keeping her bags close.