Gemini
Bazinga.
Gloriosa; The Resurrection
Heroes Rise.
Six Months ago . . .
At least three people are suspected missing with four in intensive care after a bus fell into the River Thames in Central London yesterday afternoon.
[ Image caption reads: Victims are looked after by paramedics; above right; Nora Marthon & Sydney Margrave above; Madison Delmont]
The number 78 single decker bus, thought to be carrying at least 26 citizens at the time, including a young girl of fourteen years and her guardian, plunged into the river after crashing through a guard rail when driver and conductor Larry Norman is thought to have fallen asleep on route near Tower Bridge.
Among the victims was ex-musician turned author Stephen Rose [image left] who commented, 'It was surreal.'.
Officials have confirmed that two bodies have been recovered from the vehicle which was pulled out of the river late last night, and that divers are assisting in the continued search for any signs of the missing individuals.
[ Image caption reads: Exhausted, bottom left; Eliza Rose Smith. Bottom right; Garrick Rake.]
Lawyer Garrick Rake who was also among the victims and has has already filed a suit against officials, and Travel for London has since released a statement that the responsibility of this tragedy "falls heavily upon one selfish and troubled man". However their sympathies nonetheless go out to the victims of this tragedy and the families and friends of the deceased.
Larry Norman has since been arrested on suspicion of being under influence at the time.
The number 78 already boasts a history of bad luck when driver Albert Gunter leapt the gap when his bus was caught on the rapidly rising platforms of Tower Bridge on the evening of 28 December, 1952.
Today. . .
Closing the worn paper, Stephen looked over the front page, taking in the bus wreckage that had adorned it's front page so many months ago for a moment before folding it in half, replacing it on the coffee table, and as he lay back against the sofa once more he wondered how long it'd been since he last dreamt of that day's events, recalled that cold rush of water, that sensation of weightlessness. . . He had barely registered the faces at that time, everything was chaos, even whilst from afar the scene appeared contained, controlled. The screams had died quickly, there was only panic. A rush to escape out before the bus turned boat could become fully submerged.
Arms stretching skyward, Stephen yawned. He felt woozy after a to long night's sleep having woken dehydrated, his eyes heavy from his dreaming despite being well rested, and reaching out he picked up the burnt slice of toast from the plate, it's taste ashen against his tongue as he finished it off in several bites, reaching with his free hand to pick up a fallen piece from his chest only to pop that into his mouth also before dusting fingers against his top in idle manner, sitting up slightly and reaching to pick up his phone, checking over the time.
It was with a groan that he flopped back against the cushions, the back of his hand resting and covering his eyes only to force himself upright, legs seeming to kick, adding to the strength behind his lift and he swayed as he stood, using his second foot to pull down the leg of his bottoms that was caught at the knee not wanting to bend. Then with a final stretch, a shake of his face and wobble of the cheeks which he patted twice, he looked about him seemingly lost before pointing at the bathroom door, adjusting his crotch and almost tripping over the slippers he'd kicked off earlier. A curse as he straightened, turning to kick the offending item and he was ready for the day ahead.
[ Image caption reads: Victims are looked after by paramedics; above right; Nora Marthon & Sydney Margrave above; Madison Delmont]
The number 78 single decker bus, thought to be carrying at least 26 citizens at the time, including a young girl of fourteen years and her guardian, plunged into the river after crashing through a guard rail when driver and conductor Larry Norman is thought to have fallen asleep on route near Tower Bridge.
Among the victims was ex-musician turned author Stephen Rose [image left] who commented, 'It was surreal.'.
Officials have confirmed that two bodies have been recovered from the vehicle which was pulled out of the river late last night, and that divers are assisting in the continued search for any signs of the missing individuals.
[ Image caption reads: Exhausted, bottom left; Eliza Rose Smith. Bottom right; Garrick Rake.]
Lawyer Garrick Rake who was also among the victims and has has already filed a suit against officials, and Travel for London has since released a statement that the responsibility of this tragedy "falls heavily upon one selfish and troubled man". However their sympathies nonetheless go out to the victims of this tragedy and the families and friends of the deceased.
Larry Norman has since been arrested on suspicion of being under influence at the time.
The number 78 already boasts a history of bad luck when driver Albert Gunter leapt the gap when his bus was caught on the rapidly rising platforms of Tower Bridge on the evening of 28 December, 1952.
Today. . .
Closing the worn paper, Stephen looked over the front page, taking in the bus wreckage that had adorned it's front page so many months ago for a moment before folding it in half, replacing it on the coffee table, and as he lay back against the sofa once more he wondered how long it'd been since he last dreamt of that day's events, recalled that cold rush of water, that sensation of weightlessness. . . He had barely registered the faces at that time, everything was chaos, even whilst from afar the scene appeared contained, controlled. The screams had died quickly, there was only panic. A rush to escape out before the bus turned boat could become fully submerged.
Arms stretching skyward, Stephen yawned. He felt woozy after a to long night's sleep having woken dehydrated, his eyes heavy from his dreaming despite being well rested, and reaching out he picked up the burnt slice of toast from the plate, it's taste ashen against his tongue as he finished it off in several bites, reaching with his free hand to pick up a fallen piece from his chest only to pop that into his mouth also before dusting fingers against his top in idle manner, sitting up slightly and reaching to pick up his phone, checking over the time.
It was with a groan that he flopped back against the cushions, the back of his hand resting and covering his eyes only to force himself upright, legs seeming to kick, adding to the strength behind his lift and he swayed as he stood, using his second foot to pull down the leg of his bottoms that was caught at the knee not wanting to bend. Then with a final stretch, a shake of his face and wobble of the cheeks which he patted twice, he looked about him seemingly lost before pointing at the bathroom door, adjusting his crotch and almost tripping over the slippers he'd kicked off earlier. A curse as he straightened, turning to kick the offending item and he was ready for the day ahead.