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.

behind, popping open the

stroller and

B R A R Y In a flurry of motion, the

his wallet was thin,

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

saw Moss already pushing the stroller

the driver called out, his voice

but a security guard stopped him, telling

his protests, the

the driver resorted to

driver was certain Moss had heard him, yet Moss merely cast a backward glance before disappearing into the station, showing no inclination to reclaim

driver stood bewildered, his

a

thought

hurriedly scrutinized the

him, his voice rising above the cacophony

no other choice, the driver returned to his car with the money

the train station, Moss strode purposefully, exchanging his glasses for a pair

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