Sabrina recalled her prior visit to the location. Despite the chill, she eagerly anticipated a warm soak in the winter hot spring.

The bus continued, approaching the freeway interchange, inching ever closer to their intended destination.

While laughter bubbled up from various corners of the bus, Sabrina found herself growing quieter, clutching her backpack.

Soon, Decker's storage facility came into view.

But just as they were about to turn, the bus came to an abrupt halt.

The colleagues Looked forward curiously.

Blocking their path was a truck, surrounded by scattered crates strewn across the road.

Warehouse personnel scrambled to clear the mess.

Standing on the roadside, hands on his hips, Decker looked on with evident impatience, signaling the bus to hang on a bit longer.

Sergio stood up from his seat, advancing to the front, and inquired, “What's the issue?"

The bus driver swung open the door, explaining, "Looks like a delivery truck had a mishap."

Sergio stepped out of the vehicle and approached Decker for a brief conversation. He came back shortly after and informed the bus driver,

“Just a bit more time. They'll clear it up shortly."

Curiosity bubbled from a passenger asking, “How did the delivery truck end up like that?"

“The truck's tire went flat as it pulled into the station," Sergio explained.

Visibly frustrated, Decker blurted out, “Fuck! Who scattered nails all over the ground?"

Trevor's eyes brightened upon spotting Decker. As he was about to roll down the window for a greeting, he caught Sabrina's somber gaze fixed on Decker.

Softly, Trevor inquired, “Sabrina, is something the matter?"

"Nothing." Sabrina looked away, cast her gaze downward, and gave a gentle shake of her head.

She claimed she was okay, yet her expression hinted at a burden on her thoughts.