The cab pulled up to the grand gates of the Voss estate just as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft orange. Elias stepped out, his legs still a bit wobbly from the hospital, but the fresh air felt good in his lungs. He rummaged in his pocket for the fare, but his wallet was nowhere to be found. He had just remembered that his wallet was in his bag and he wasn't with his bag.
"You aren't going to run away without paying my money, are you?" The driver asked as he frowned deeply. He had even unfastened his seatbelt, wanting to alight from the car and hold onto Elias.
Elias felt even weaker after everything he went through today. He didn't have the energy to fight with the driver.
"I swear, I'm not going to run away. If you can just hang on and let me..."
"Hold on," a familiar voice called from behind, interrupting him.
