"I don't... I think he is someone I needed, though," he said, softly, almost too quietly for the driver to hear. "I needed..."

Someone to keep my processor straight.

Washington DC is slightly flat, the buildings low to the ground, no taller than two stories for the most part; yet they seem to loom overhead somehow, stark grey facades of concrete. The traffic here is horrible, and so they get a little stuck for a bit. Still... they're getting closer.

"I already told you," he laughs, a little. "I do like music. Particularly techno. Something with a beat... trance is alright too."