Well, if one thing hadn’t changed it was the cab service,  it took perhaps a little over an hour for that little yellow car to pull up in front of the apartment complex.  Strange music was playing over the speakers,  it sounded like it could have been polka.  The vehicle smelled heavily of a cheap cigar smoke,  and stale food the first came from the driver who was puffing away,  and if Rebecca looked at the floor she could see discarded bags from various fast-food restaurants.<br/><br/>The driver was a middle aged man,  his hair already showing signs of thinning,  his face was beginning to wrinkle thanks to constant exposure from the sun.  His eyes were a dark brown, and bulge out of his head which seemed a few sizes to small.  “Where are you going Miss?”  When she gave him the  directions he nodded and let out a little snort.  As if to say ‘why are you going there.’<br/><br/>For the most part,  the trip went as it should have.  The scenery was bleak,  and the homeless littered the streets.  Looking into the different ally ways as the cab pasted them, Rebecca could see the silluettes of the youth of the city turning tricks for there next fix.  In the gutter one’s vision would occasionally linger over a body that wasn’t moving and be forced to come to the horrible conclusion that the figure was dead…  fortunately enough a truck would be around before sun up and it would be disposed of.  The one thing though, that had not changed was the architecture,  if anything New York could always be identified by its buildings,  even more so now that the WTC had finally been rebuilt as a way of saying “Fuck you” to whoever brought them down in the first place.<br/><br/>Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that the man would continually stare at her, using the mirror. He had adjusted it almost as soon as she entered.  From the angle that it was on,  it was quite apparent that the little pervert was using it as a way to stare at her cleavage.  “Listen lady,  ya don’t need to go there for a good time.  That place is well beyond over priced…  and a pretty girl like yourself would probably just end up being drugged and put on display.  If your really desperate for some loving…  I might be obliged to give you  what you need…  and Bruce always delivers.”  She could seem his lips parted in a grin, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth and cavities.