Luna pulls over at a roadside waiting room that shouldn't exist—a glass shelter with a single bench, a flickering bulb, and a bus schedule that lists only one stop. It's November, nearly midnight, on a stretch of highway where no bus has run in decades. Inside, a woman sits on the bench, waiting. She says she's been waiting a long time. And as Luna waits with her, the night begins to warp and stretch, and the rules of time and distance start to fray. A quiet, haunting story about the spaces that hold people who are not ready to leave.