"You look like shit." Tara remarked. "What happened to your clothes? Get rolled by some winos on the riverwalk?:<br/>She eyed the scars and winced.<br/><br/>"What's wrong with you, dude? You are acting as if you don't know me. It's me, Tara. You called me. Remember?"<br/><br/>Malachai shook his head as if trying to shake out the clatter in his ears.<br/><br/>"Look. If you want to come back to the Guest House, follow me and if you want to risk another night here, then stay. Me? I need some hot, strong coffee and some fresh, warm beignets." Tara shook her head in exasperation and headed out the door, dialing numbers into her cell phone.<br/><br/>"I need a cab...." she said giving address instructions as she walked away.