<br/>The cab cruised through the winding city streets expertly, the middle-eastern driver trading speed in exchange for the friendly banter normally used on cab rides like this. It seemed unlikely that the man would know how to speak to her anyways. Though things were remarkably silent in the mortal world, Alessandra was blessed with greater senses that could plainly tell that all was not quiet. In the dreaming, the city's normally cramped streets were condensed even further. Buildings with eyes and teeth bent and loomed over the cab and it's occupant, salvating for the Slaugh's essence. Shrieks and crys of the creatures of the dreaming echoed off the walls. They were not crying from blanality's cold grip but by the twisted hunger and perversion that their brothers possessed. Ever since the Duchess came to power, the dreaming seemed to have been regaining strength, but with the nightmare that it had become, some Kithain were wondering if it was worth it.