"You don't have to pay me miss," the driver said, and hurried back to his seat, vaulting up and whipping the horses into a nearly frantic run down the road. He didn't see why she would lie about not being contagious, but he just couldn't bring himself to get closer. Just in case...no money was worth becoming ill or even having nightmares. That last bit was a disturbed murmur from the unsettled back of his mind. He drove into the heart of London, wanting...no needing to fill his eyes with any other sights to drive out that one.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat