Darius had been instructed to walk. It was one of those days where he was revolted by the idea of taking a taxi. Old memories haunted him and his stomach flipped at the idea of being in that small box with a madman as a driver whipping down the street full speed. The sun was perhaps better, he felt like he could breathe clearer outside of his home. The breeze was refreshing as well.

But he'd give it all up for a good glass of wine. He was still struggling to find the rare bottle around the house, and so now he was begging the fates that this doctor would give him something drinkable. He was wearing what he thought was fine. It wasn't his nice clothing, it was average though in his mind it was perhaps too fine for the average poor. Was anyone watching him, hoping he'd go down a dark alley? He wasn't that foolish. He kept walking calmly through the streets and got annoyed as he realized he wasn't exactly sure where the street was and afraid to ask someone. Darius would be thought of as an idiot if he'd asked someone where a place was in a town he'd lived all his life. Finally though, he'd found it. He might be a minute late, but so what? It was considered fashionable.

He considered coming up politely and showing how well mannered he could be. Instead, the art inside came out sporadically as he gave a sweeping step to come up to the door at the last minute and gave a rhythmic knock. "Doctor, I have arrived!" he said. The medicine had been helping him at least have a little energy and he didn't feel like the walking dead.