After chasing down a cab, Ronan was slightly irritated. It had taken him half an hour to find one without a cabbie who's accent made him want to hit them. He sighed at the back of the cab driver's head, then moved his eyes to the little name tag taped to the radio. Ronald. Ronald hadn't even bothered to wear his seatbelt. 
[i]It would be a shame if we were to wreck...[/i]
"No killing Ronald until we get there," Ronan whispered to himself. He told the rather large man where he was going, then continued to ignore him while staring out of the window. Boredom quickly set in and he began to pretend that his hand was a dragon trying to eat the birds that flew past the cab. 
[i]Hopefully this place isn't too far, I'm dying of boredom already.[/i]