The Cabbie loved and hated this route. IT circled the park and there were always at least a dozen fares. However, there was also the downside. There was never less then a dozen fares, the majority of whom could care less about the high volume of traffic and would curse the whole way to the next stop.<br/><br/>However, right as dusk crept over the park things began to die down. Not many cared to stay in the park this late, lest they be stuck in it once night overwhelmed them. His fare, however, seemed to be coming from the museum. She stood patiently at the curb, dead center of the building, clutching something very tightly.<br/><br/>"Do you need a ride miss?"