“The city of angels.” Giselle said, nodding a little. “That’s a very pretty name.” But this city did not look like it belonged to any angels. It seemed very dark, and not at all like her home of Andalasia. She missed it there. They did not have nights like these, still she was happy to have met Peter, because she really did like him.
She still didn’t understand what powered the car, it must be some great magic or something. She was really starting to notice things now, little details like how the windows went up and down, and playing with the locks. She also noticed that her new companion didn’t seem to be very happy, and she found herself wondering why he seemed sad, and also about the scar on his face.