[h2]Dr. Facilier--New Orleans[/h2]

"Well, this, my feline friend," Facilier said, "is an automobile. Specifically, a taxicab. Automobiles don't need no horses or reins, all they need are the drivers.

Facilier's shadow, cast upon the driver's seat, took the shadow of the wheel once more and drove Facilier and Shivani to Tiana's Palace, the meeting-point. Facilier frowned with distaste at the restaurant. So many memories of the un-fond variety.

"You hear music?" Facilier asked. "That's common down here in Louisiana. Everyone's up and about their jazz bands. It's quite enjoyable; I indulge in a bit of music myself." As Facilier finished speaking, the car pulled up to the curb and ground to a halt. "Well, here we are," Facilier announced, twirling his cane and pointing at the sign on the storefront. "Now, we wait for my contact."