The driver raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard.

After a pause, he replied, If youre not going there, youll still have to pay the full fare.

Just change the route.

Ill pay, Moss shot back, impatience rising.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash to show it to the driver.

Hurry up.

Ive got something important to do.

When the driver saw the stack of bills, his eyes lit up.

Just then, Moss said, Take me to the train station.

At the north entrance of the train station.

Moss, cradling Melon in his arms, hopped out of the car in a hurry.

driver trailed behind, popping open

the stroller and

Y In a flurry of motion, the driver fished out the stack of

his wallet was thin,

out a few bills for his fare, ready to hand the

up, he saw Moss already

driver called out, his voice

him, telling him to

protests, the

no alternative, the driver resorted

certain Moss had heard him, yet Moss merely cast a backward glance before

bewildered, his mind

be to abandon such a sum? Or perhaps… Moss had

thought jolted

scrutinized the

impatient security guard nudged him, his voice rising above the cacophony

move your car! With no other choice, the driver returned to his car

station, Moss strode purposefully, exchanging his glasses for a pair of

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