Hati is stubborn, despite evidence that dictates he lives this strange existence as it comes. He will not allow some shitfaced stranger to drive him to some shitty nowhere-place or wherever it is he is expected to attend, or rather, wherever it is he has been invited to. Instead, he slides into his cab, looks at the invitation, and begins to drive. Eventually, he knows he'll find other vehicles that are going to the same place, and he will track them.
What he does not expect is the girl in white flagging down his taxi, but she is not a girl. He can see the edges of her form disappear in the twilight air, dust motes surrounding her golden hair like a defunct halo. She doesn't tell him where to go; it's like she expects him to know. The only words she says are "keep driving" when they pass strangers on the road.
He finds a car to follow, and for some time, he does follow it. His own cab car shudders and groans to a stop a quarter of a mile from the unknown destination; they have already passed an old woman, and his passenger has since disappeared through the open window.
He is picked up by black car, with no view of the driver, and driven the rest of the way. He watches the sun begin to set; he can feel the flight of the moon across the sky begin, but the time for chasing has long passed.
He bears no gift and no smile, just a mutter in some ancient, dead language, a language of wolves and things of the night. He does not know why he is here. But then, that is life on this plane, no?