Stig stepped out into the busy street, stopping briefly to check the clock situated high up on the station's immense neo-gothic façade. It was already several minutes past eight and his session was scheduled to start in less than an hour, therefore he set off for the bus stop with haste, praying his ride - the 353 - would be on time as he had experienced first hand his Mistress's justified disdain for lateness. He walked as he had done in the station, shoulders hunched and head down, not wishing to make any sort of contact with other pedestrians, the din of the city roaring all around him - a particular amalgam of sounds that would normally engender within the midget some of the most agitated of states, yet today served as something of a boon in suppressing the myriad of noises emanating from his nappy.