Lilith had climbed into the back seat of the cab and as a signal to the driver that she was not interested in small talk she had put the headphones on and pressed play on her Walkman which for the next half hour filled her head with The Cure's Charlotte Sometimes, The Psychedelic Furs' Love My Way, Siouxie and the Banshees' Fireworks, Cocteau Twins' Peppermint Pig which was about to end just as Lilith arrived outside 22 Chestnut Lane to the . It was a<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/lndjbDtmTwkaKESV4m7KG475bdU=/4576x3037/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/American-architecture-Victorian-564115891-crop-59c9cb7faad52b0011f051c9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">white three storey wooden house</a>from the turn of the century not far from the edges of the city. Lilith got out and paid the cab driver, even tipping him rather generously. As he drove off she stopped the tap, took of her headphones and stuck them all into her bag, lit a cigarette and looked around, taking in the surroundings as well as the house. She noticed Fion's Porsche parked outside which confirmed what she had thought. This was the coven's house and it certainly looked the part. She stood there watching it for the full length of the cigarette before she walked up the steps to the porch that went all around the house and rang the door bell.