Gabi Cage, Demi Frangos, and Chase Weinman

Case Western Reserve University. End of Finals, 1992. Glam metal is out, grunge is in, and hip-hop is thriving in the height of its golden era. But, unlike the likes of A Tribe Called Quest or De La Soul, you are not thriving.
Instead, you sold your soul to CWRU's Biomedical Engineering program on a pre-med track. While that all sounded fine and dandy, it was pretty impressive for a happy go-lucky and very delusional high school graduate. Yet, after 3 years of intense professors, crazy classmates, and a back-breaking workload, you've been disillusioned, disenchanted and everything in-between.
On top of all this, you just failed every single one of your finals. Although you don't actually know your final grades, much less what you just got on the final, you already know it won't be good. I mean, leaving 70% of the test blank can't lead to a passing grade. I digress.
Instead of returning home to face your parents and their impending shame, you decide you're done with this way of life. All the soul-killing, grade-grubbing, pre-med sabotaging you've had to endure these past 3 years has made you finally ask yourself: is this all really worth it? Is this really what life is about?
You decide that it is not; it cannot be! There must be more to life than dying a slow and painful death at Club KSL.
So you decide to ditch this popsicle stand, hit the road, and take off on the next bus out of here. You're going as far away as possible; it doesn't matter where, just as long as you never have to listen to another polymers lecture ever again. Or eat at Leutner. That one especially.
But what will you tell your parents? If they're not going to be mad at you for your grades, they'll definitely be mad at you dropping out of Case to take the midnight train going anywhere (even if you do pay homage to Journey).
So, you do what any apathetic fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants college kid would do in a situation like this: tell them you've accepted a prestigious research position at the university over the summer, and then avoid their phone calls when they get your grades and find out that was a total lie. Good for you.
With a new-found distrust of America's collegiate education system and a feeling of utter hopelessness, you don your cliche Nirvana t-shirt (that people of the future will one day get very sick of when it becomes an awful, hackneyed trend), throw on a flannel and some ripped, acid-wash jeans, pack up a suitcase filled with basically the same thing you're currently wearing, leave your textbooks behind (because, hey, let's be real here, they wouldn't have made you any money trying to sell them back at the book store anyway), and head to the bus station.
Entering the bus station, you head straight for the Ticket Booth.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" asks the toll booth attendant.
"I need a bus ticket to the farthest place you got." The ticket booth woman looks you up and down as her eyes glow green with understanding.
"Life's been rough it seems. One would say you have been suffering alot?" The lady asks.
"You could say that," you reply.
"What is your name?" She asks.
"Heney Budhi, (though you go by Hina for short)" you reply.
"Well, here is your ticket and receipt. Your gate is 108. It's all the way down and to the left," she says. You nod and grab your bag.
Going through the station, you realize that there seems to only be odd gate numbers. Looking at the wall that separated gate 107 and 109 you see an advertisement for a travel agency depicting a family going to India. You look around the hall. Did she not say all the way down and to the left?
Seeing a small bald man with an orange windbreaker jacket standing across the way, you walk up to him to ask for directions. He looked scarily like a previous professor you had at Case.
"Hello sir, do you by chance know where I could find gate 108?" You ask.
"Hmm.. yes," he says, giving you one glance before going back to reading his book.
"Alright, could you tell me where it is?" You ask.
Licking his finger to flip a page in his book, and not acknowledging that you just asked him a question, you tap him on the shoulder.
"Oh yes child I know you are there. Gates are indeed odd like this appearance of a world but I advise you to look beyond and find the even within." Finally looking up from his book he nods his head toward the wall behind you. Turning around, you see an archway. Gate 108. Interesting.
Going through Gate 108, you see that the bus is about to leave. Breaking into a sprint, you catch the bus and get on.
"Thank you," you say to the bus driver as he silently looks at you and nods. Knocking your bag around through the narrow aisle and apologizing profusely, you see that there is only one seat left. Next to an old man who appears homeless. Wonderful. After tossing your bag above your seat, you sit down and take out your cassette player.
You try to take a nap, except the homeless-looking man is rumbling about something and won't be quiet. Starting to get mad about him grumbling, you...
tell him to be quiet.
ask him where he is headed.