As He waited in the Traffic, Mark drummed the sterring wheel of his London Taxi, yawning slightly as he waited for the light's to go green again. He was nearing the end of his Day, and He was keeping his eye out for any last-minute customer's who needed a Ride around London. He was a Taxi Driver by Trade, although He was well known for his Fast, Borderline-Illegal Driving around London, this being due to the fact that He also enjoyed going to thing's like Track Day's and Race meeting's, being a Keen Racer as well.<br/><br/>As he glanced around, He blinked as he saw someone waving him down. He raised an eyebrow as he saw How Gorgeous the Girl Was, and he Grinned slightly. He was still very young, and still had quite a Teenage-like Flirtatiousness to him. He immediately pulled over beside her, letting her inside. When she told him where she wanted to go, He was a bit confused. "...Not a place many people ask me to take 'em sweetheart...And I am nearly at the end of my Day...but, I suppose..." He saw her Battering her eyelid's at him through the Rear-view mirror, and he smirked. "I suppose I can Do it." He said, before Driving off...but then, as soon as he got there, Suddenly he felt himself Hit with something...Slowly beginning to feel his eyelid's growing heavy, Blacking out.<br/><br/>When He wake up, The Dark-Blonde blinked, feeling himself Unable to move his arm's or leg's, Feeling the cold Link of chain's wrapped around his wrist's and ankle's. "Wha...?...Huh!?" He looked around. Cold Atmosphere, High, Crumbling Pillar's...What the heck had happened!? where was he!?