Although Wanda was burning with questions for her companion, she used the silence to concentrate on keeping her influence over the cab driver. When he stopped at a curb, Wanda reached into her bag and left several bills in the front seat beside him; even if the man wouldn't remember the fare, she thought he ought to be paid for his work. She followed Daimon to the front door, his silent shadow, and quirked an eyebrow when he opened the door. He was obviously feeling better. Wanda knew she could end this now, leave him here with her conscience clear, but there was too much she still wanted to know. "You come from somewhere strange," she said quietly as they stepped into an elevator, thinking of the terrible place in his memories. "But you have an apartment in New York?"