It probably seemed like an eternity of speeding down side streets and taking corners more sharply than was necessary and the neighborhoods they traveled through looked rougher, not safer, but Cyril had chosen his route deliberately. He turned one last corner and slowed to a stop in front of what could only be described as a hovel. "We're here!" he called over his shoulder. After a moment passed and Lily's arms were still clinging to his torso, he killed the engine and turned. "That means it's safe to let go."