The traveller rode in a sleek tour bus, comfortable and safe. He slept for a few hours, and woke only when the bus slowed and pulled into the depot.
He looked out his window. Roiling, boiling clouds dark with rain made it hard to know if it was noon or midnight.
There were a few lights here and there. Mostly empty windows, and even where there were lights they were cold, forbidding.
He snuggled back down into his seat, wrapped his long coat over his legs, and went back to sleep.
There would be a better place up the road somewhere.