It’s well after midnight, pitch-black somewhere on Interstate 10 in the Florida panhandle. A Greyhound bus that left Mobile, Alabama late the night before takes up most of the right lane on an expanse of highway that runs 2,460 miles from Jacksonville all the way to Santa Monica, California.
The seemingly never-ending stretch of pavement lined with trees on either side, which may be nice to look at, but not for the seven hours that it takes for a Greyhound to rumble from Mobile to Gainesville. So Lamical Perine did what any 16-year old would do when they’re trapped in a seat, next to someone hogging the armrest; he put his head against the window, forgetting that his mother had asked him to check in regularly and he fell asleep.