After being released from the precinct, the protagonist contemplates the time and feels uncertain about whether it is night or morning. He reflects on his experience as a protester, feeling disconnected from the severity of his surroundings, particularly the police presence. Despite being transported on a city bus, he considers how he appears to outsiders. He also recalls the organizers' warnings about unpredictable conditions for first-time protesters, revealing his anxiety about the cold and what awaited him during processing.
He faced a huge parking lot, lined with police cars and surrounded by an imposing fence. There were a few police buses, too... looking like school buses except they were white instead of yellow and the windows were covered with metal grates.
He thought, Is it still yesterday? A thought that didn't make any sense. Yesterday, the most important day of his life. Unless it was today.
He had a clear view through a large window. To anyone looking in instead of out, he must have seemed like just another obedient commuter.
The organizers had made a point of telling the first-time protesters... to prepare for unpredictable temperatures-inside the museum, on the bus, in line to be processed, in the cells.
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