Jim was really hanging around for…*what*? He was trying, trying, trying, yes, yes, to find a way to leave this place but he didn’t even know why he was leaving. He hated that feeling. In a way, he really didn’t care if he left or not. He would or would not get on that goddam bus and if he did, he wouldn’t even know what he was running from and what for. He just felt like it. It was that kind of a crazy notion that made him cross the road when a car was coming. When he woke up, there were people crowded around. He heard a fat woman say to her husband, “When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something.”