Grayson zoomed down the highway, clad in a brand-new grey houndstooth suit. Madeleine sat in the seat beside him, once again assuming the form of F. Douglas McCarthy.
"This is a nice section of town," Madeleine observed, staring out the window with a dull expression.
Grayson made the engine roar as he approached a walled-off, gated community. "We're almost there. I want you on your absolute best behavior. It'll be hard to rectify what happened last night, you know."
"Alright," Madeleine sighed. "But when are you going to take me to the arcade?"
"Later." Grayson pulled into the driveway of Edward Darcouver's new home, motioning for Madeleine to get out. She slid her huge mass out from the seat and squeezed through the car door.
Grayson made his way up the front steps and lightly rapped on the front door with both knuckles.