She sat at the bus terminal in Toledo, Ohio. Tired. She rode all night on a Greyhound, not knowing why she was leaving town, unsure of her actions.

Jamie had dreams about Ben. Thoughts he’d never left town. A sleeping movie where he was standing in front of a chalkboard, pointing at adjectives and participles. Reading The Sun Also Rises out loud to a class of high school students. Teaching.

This dream turned to truth. The days of Ben drinking and using drugs, one day manic, the next deeply depressed. It got to be too much for her. The rumors and stories about him turning out to be true. A man she fell in love with, falling apart.

The coldness of the Greyhound station forced Jamie to rub her hands together while a cigarette dangled from her lips. There was no one else inside. Bums stood on street corners asking for money, cigarettes, and hope. Cold winds blowing off Lake Erie.

I’m going to find him, she whispered. Going to see for myself what became of him. Where do you find a man without a tombstone?

Back on the bus, she went. Back to dreaming.