He drives so fast! Isolde thought, relaxing through a curve. Malachai had  driven out of town into hills. He never slowed for any hill, the result was stomach in the roof of the mouth effect, much like the one of a roller coaster. Isolde smiled. She liked speed.<br/><br/>Finally, they came to a small well lit haven in the woods. The sign said, Sleepy Hollow.<br/><br/>"The place is famous for New England fare, and a few ghosts." Malachai said as he opened her car door.<br/><br/>"Real ghosts?" Isolde asked with interest.<br/><br/>"Now my dear, we both know there are no such things as supernatural or mythical beasts?" Malachai said as he tipped the valet.<br/><br/>"We do?" Isolde asked stupidly as she looked around, spotting at least three.