Fortunately for Annette, his car appears to drive like a dream, nary a stall, sputter, or backfire. The drive itself is uneventful, the cities blazing neons passing by like electronic will-o-the-wisps. Even those soon fade as the neighborhood roughens and ages in a distinctly bad way. Graffiti shows everywhere, the feeling of intense oppression and fear seems to emanate all around her, but yet underneath it all there is something to it that she can't put her finger on that soothes her soul, as he brings his junker of a car to a stop.<br/><br/>"We have arrived, try not to stare at the locals too long or they might keep you."