She stares vacantly in the direction of the disappeared bus. After a while, she turns in the direction from which she'd come. At the intersection, a massive replica of a Salem cigarette box towers over the landscape, large as a building. Out of the top of the green box, sitting somewhat askew on tall supports, a third of a cigarette the size of a chimney sticks out, aimed at the sky like a gun barrel. She gazes vacantly at that white gun barrel in the distance.
Several trucks pass by carrying u.s.
She does not look anxious. Immersed in her own thoughts, she continues to gaze at the massive Salem box. She stands there, in the scorching sun, for about half an hour. She walks for some time with tired steps, head down and wrapped in thought. As she steps into the shadow cast over the road by the Salem box, she hears the engine of a vehicle coming up behind her.