"Fine!" Ghent huffed, voice barely audible as he sank down further in his seat. Being scolded was not something he would ever grow accustomed to, and it was becoming more and more frequent. While sulking, he began to wish he hadn't asked to retrieve the dagger. Without it, Elayra was less threatening. Not by much, but less. 
	Miles viewed the exchange, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as Ghent was put in his place. The feeling of justification faded when Elayra switched targets. Teeth grit, Miles attempted to lean away to avoid the dagger, his back pressed against the steering wheel. 
	"I've got no intentions of betraying you," the drunkard stiffened, tilting his chin up in order to avoid the blade. "I want to get to the portal just as bad as you! I wouldn't get much out of turning you two in, would I?" The words were spoken through clenched teeth, he didn't want to move any more than necessary.
	"Guess not." Ghent didn't doubt Elayra's ability to follow through with her gruesome threat. For the sake of keeping Miles alive, he decided to agree with the drunkard. After the dagger was put away, both males breathed a little easier. The fact that they'd gotten this far without blood being shed was a feat in itself. 
	[b]“What do you need from us to get us there?”[/b]
	"I need you kids to listen closely." Free to move once again, Miles grumbled about his aching back and turned to sit more comfortably. "Around the corner from Frank's, there's a boutique...real fancy place...you seen it?"
	Ghent's eyes were on the road. His grip remained firm on the pistol, although he silently wished that he could be shed of it without having to surrender the weapon to Miles. "I have."
	Miles reached for the pack of cigarettes sticking out of his fraying coat pocket. "Good," he mumbled to himself as he readjusted the review mirror in order to see the teenagers in back. "I want you kids to smash the boutique's window."
	Ghent gawked at the suggestion. He gotten into plenty of trouble over the years, but he'd never lowered himself to committing vandalism. "What's this got to do with getting past the police?!"
	Miles snorted, annoyed that he should have to spell everything out. "Ever hear of a distraction, boy? Once the alarm goes off, the cops'll head right for ya."
	It was too risky. Allowing his imagination to get the better of him, Ghent envisioned himself in the back of a squad car after being caught. His parents would be severely disappointed in him, and his reputation would be ruined after Mrs. Saxon caught wind of the crime. After being questioned, Ghent assumed that would be deemed insane, especially if Wonderland was mentioned. From there, he would spend the rest of his days in an asylum along with his comrades. 
	Miles didn't notice Ghent's failure to respond, he was too busy lighting a cigarette. "From there, you take off through the alleyway, keep to the right, and you'll be in the back of Frank's in no time. The area'll be clear, and we can get to the portal."
	The smell of smoke snapped Ghent out of his wild thoughts and brought him back to the present. Doing his best not to breathe, he glared at the man through the mirror, coughing once into his sleeve. "And what are you going to do, Miles?"
	Miles exhaled more smoke. "I'll be busy causing a distraction of my own in order to buy some extra time," he nodded towards the door, motioning for the two to exit. "Leave the gun. I'll be needing it."