"Check your pockets.  Should be something in there that'll handle a transfer."  The Cabbie didn't sound particularly worried about the fare.  Maybe he knew something about how all this worked?  And he didn't mention it again as he dodged this way and that, honking the cab's horn now and then.<br/><br/>"Tock is never nice.  To anyone.  He's usually polite, but only so much.  So yeah, it's a bit weird, especially for a newly minted Awake.  I'd keep my ears and eyes open and mouth shut for a while, if I was you."  He shrugged.  "Now the Alices...that's one of those weird things that happens.  Kind of like the Sex Kittens.  They're linked, if you listen to what's in some of the papers, but I think that's a bunch of bull-oney!"<br/><br/>She got the impression he'd been about to say something far more rude.<br/><br/>"Bunch of little girls running around in naughty outfits, giving the likes of Tock a seizure.  The Alices are probably just a bunch of juvvies who happen to all go by the same name.  Or something.  Why'd'you ask?"  He waggled his eyebrows at her in the rearview mirror.  "Got a thing for girls in plaid skirts?"<br/><br/>By his laugh, he didn't mean this to be taken at all seriously...<br/><br/>"Nawwww, the Alices are just a bunch of graffiti-slopping juvvies.  If Tock'd ignore them, they'd stop.  And I don't think there's any truth to the rumors that they've got a bigger agenda.  I mean, come on!  Who's gonna take on the major nightmares with nothing more than spray paint, right?"<br/><br/>