The london taxi cab screeches to a stop.

Tod’s eyes flickered with specks of black, like strobe lights. It was 12’o clock, what was someone doing standing in the middle of the road in the dark of night? Caught in the headlights like a deer on a highway.

All Tod could see was a silhouette. The black shadow moved to the front of the cab, Tod sitting in the back, wondered what the cab driver would do. But the driver was unconscious, and for reasons unknown.

The silhouette was now standing at the window next to Tod. The cab was dimly lit, but Tod still only saw a silhouette.