Comparable story on a bus. It happened back when I was in university and I had to rush back home for a family emergency and the cheapest and fastest options was a Greyhound bus that departed at midnight. It was a four and a half hour drive from point A to point B downtown. Anyways, I sat alone, the bus wasn't very full. I fell asleep about an hour into the ride and walk up to a man in the seat next to me with his arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. I was creeped out but also afraid to make a scene in the middle of the night where I thought only the driver was awake at this time. I asked him what he was doing and to get off of me. I was in the window seat and felt trapped and frozen. He tried to make small talk with me saying I look cold and needed a warm hard body. He said when we arrived that we should grab a coffee because he sensed a vibe between us. What the F? I kept recoiling and I remember telling him that I'm very uncomfortable and that he should go back to his seat. In response to my request, he said not before I get something and he tried to kiss me. I pulled back so hard that I hit my head against the window. To make a long story short, a woman, a complete stranger, a few seats behind me comes along and goes, Oh my God, I thought I saw you boarding the bus. We've got some catching up to do girl. She said, Excuse me, sir, do you mind? Really loudly to the creep and the bastard got up and went back to his seat. She hugged me and asked if I was OK and said she sit with me until we arrived at our stop. I was so glad because I really thought he followed me when we got off the bus. She told me she worked at a bar and is used to interviewing when she senses something isn't quite right. I couldn't have thanked her enough. Eight years later, and that woman is now one of my best friends.