As Franklin was heading over to Carrie's front door, a rather luxurious Phantom rolled up and in to the vacant drive way, before its engines shut off and it simply waited there. The driver glanced casually at Franklin, more out of idle curiousity than anything else, before reaching over and unfurling a paper to read.<br/><br/>Back inside Carrie's home, Sheena heard the distinctive bang of the front door, arching an eyebrow at the promptness of the man. "You have him pussy whipped or something? You called him two minutes ago."