The ride over there is quiet. Not a good quiet. My new taxi driver -- "Jus' call meh Cait, darlin'" -- Miss Caitlin Forte seems sad and won't unlock the doors at first when we get there. Miss Cait sighs. "Ya sure ya wanna be goin' in dere, sweetie? Not many people like bein' 'ere a' night... Seems wrong, ya hear? Ya don't have ta pay me er nuttin'. I'll jus' drive ya home an' we ken keep it betwixt us two." Her face looks really really serious. I wring my hands and just kinda stutter out, "I'm fine, ma'am. Please don't-- don't worry." I grab the door handle. It clicks unlocked. When I climb out, I glance at the lady already at the gates then look back at Miss Cait. "See? Other people are here. Well, one." Miss Cait rolls down her window and huffs. "All right, fine. What time should I be back ta check on ya?" I blush just a little bit at the condescension. She me...