Even with the sweat he kept his hood on. In London he couldn't wear the hood because people would think you were trying to stab them. That's just how things were across the pond. Over here you got shot instead.

At first the steps between the stoplights were fun to count. But eventually he began to grow tired of how long it felt between the lights. He wished he could zip by instead. A car would be nice he thought. The cars were far and few in between out here. None of them ever slowed down to check up on him.

If he did really want a ride he wouldn't be able to get any of the cars to stop. He still preferred this walk, with the sweat and all over having to share a ride with Sean Don. The best part about being in London was having a room to himself. He didn't realize how clausterphobic it felt at the apartment with Sean Don until he had finally had some breathing room of his own. Weird... because before going on the trip he had never thought about the benefits of living alone. Weird, he thought again.