<strong>Sarah Jane - Outside Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>The taxi driver looked over to the girl with a smile, spending some time staring at her chest until she finally started to speak.  "Oh, great," he said with disdain.  "Another foreign girl.  It's called English, lady, I'm sure they have it wherever you're from as well."  As she showed the money, though, he gave enough of a nod to at least start driving.  Money certainly spoke a language all its own.  "Where to, kid?"<br/><br/>The boy took the collar, a little confused by the gift but grateful all the same.  "1304 Sorrow Drive," he said meekly, glancing back to the park and not really wanting to leave his dad behind.  All too soon, though, the cab was driving away, leaving the homeless girl and the dog to deal with the rest of the nightmare.