The old boy in front has a hearing aid that looks like a golden gipsy caravan camped on his ear.
His head sways with with sleep. He dreams of a yellow field and a red violin. As night comes in, the fire gets going and the violin strikes up a tune to keep the vampires away. Inside the caravan, a flame gutters and wax drips down the side of the candle. The candle was stolen from a church on an afternoon of rain.
Meanwhile, the white ceiling of the bus reflects the empty road as the bus rides through an avenue of trees that render computers obsolete. Someone calls for a lamp. The maid says she'll fetch one but she never does.