JediTalentAgent posted:

Ms Frizzle? Miss Frizzle? Mz Frissle?

Ms. Frizzle felt right, she thought to herself. Her mind had become so full over the centuries that in a daydream she felt as if decades could pass without even realizing.

Frizzle. It was Frizzle.

It's been so long since she and the bus became bound to one another, so many students, so many schools, so many 'people'.

The schoolbus manifested into the reality as a red sun beat down on on its yellow paint. From hollowed out burrows in the ground, a series of evolved wormlike creatures oozed out of the mud and spoke in a tone she could somehow both hear and understand.

Her own thoughts were no longer capable of creativite thought. Instead, her completely filled mind had become more insect like than her newest students, instinctual and responding to stimulus. In scant moments between eons, where her mind was most clear and free, she wondered if she even could leave this world for truly alien civilizations. Piecing together the torn up pages in her mind, she could almost imagine something out there greater than herself, something that could repair this thing in her mind that felt broken...

"HellooOOO, class," she sang to her students. She once again recited words that no longer meant anything to her. One by one, the worms crawled into the bus and they were off.

It's 1998, and the bus of worm children pull up next to another school bus. Pausing from her loud speech, the driver of the other bus goes silent and turns to face Ms. Frizzle and the bus of worm children.

"Ms. Frizzle," the worm school driver reflexively states as neither question nor introduction, but sensing a vague familiarity of the moment and with the woman who shared her face on that other bus with... Human children?

Human children. There had been human children once, hadn't there?