The bus was bustling with chatter. On his way to the island, Trevor knew the opportunity to become a bird would be popular, but he didn’t realize it would be this big of a deal. The bus was just about out of space. It was so crowded the aisles were even lined with people holding on to the railings.
Sighing, he shook his head and looked out the window as the shuttle bus lurched forward and took a right at the next intersection, heading for The Flight Dome. Granted, he had seen pictures of it on the internet and on the brochure, but he hoped it would be big enough to accommodate everyone like this. Otherwise, what was the point of flying if the air was clogged with other tourists that had turned themselves into birds?
Through all the clamor, Trevor overheard a group of people talking about how much they looked forward to becoming cardinals. Apparently they were all part of bird watching group and they had run a lottery to see which bird they would be changing themselves in to this year.
Another person was explaining how excited she was about this since she was planning on building the perfect birdhouse. She hoped her two weeks here as a swallow would give her enough insight into what they preferred.
Even though Trevor had been sold on the idea of becoming a bird and seeing what it feels like to fly with his own wings, hearing everyone else talk about it made him just feel weird.
To try and cut out the noise all around him, he quickly put on the headphones that were mounted to the seat in front of him, selected the English option, and started listening to the history of the resort. He started to drift off to sleep as the bus crossed over a bridge. One of his last conscious memories was watching a couple of seagulls drift effortless next to the cliffs towering above the inlet they were crossing over. He couldn’t wait to give that a shot.