Excitement reigned as the golden bus rolled up the drive. To head off on adventure, it seemed, and all were feeling inspired.

And so the Travellers set off, their faces filled with joy. Yet on the horizon trouble was brewing, and with it came fearsome folly.

The Succubus, was known to some as She, had come and swept abroad, causing many near to flee. She was a most horrific sight, of horror unbridled be. Yet true enough she slinked her way, into her favourite seat.

Oblivious to all the horror, and up the back unseen, sat the sad and lonely Nicole. Though young and bright the mind of she, foolishness was her fall. As time and time again she went, they hurt her all the more.

The bus it travelled through the day, and as the light grew older, the young and saddened boy aggrieved, as the one he sought knew nolder.

And as the day grew to a close, the lights all dimmed, and dreams they took. Yet beyond the bound of tents and packs, the nightness woke its wanting.

The passionate night, so filled with glee, it bounced around the yorning, and so this way it kept about, until the hint of morning.

The sun it shone upon the bus, the tents and all the yorlings, and so at last it came the time, to set themselves a-homing.