Surprisingly, it had only taken Harry two cabs to find a driver that was willing to accept 'I don't know where' as a destination. He had the workings of a small location spell going, an origami-folded pay stub signed by the blonde (which he'd luckily found in one of the cavernous pockets of his trench coat) acting as a needle to a mental compass.
Thankfully, she was right about being in New York, as they swerved through the hills at the city's edge. The spell blinked out before she was in sight, causing a momentary panic, before the familiar silhouette was seen trudging down the side of the road. The cab pulled over as close in front of her as he could make the cabbie understand, and he told the guy to wait as he got out.
"Murph!" He waved, in case the shouting and the height wasn't a give away. Harry knew that left him open to be hit or worse, but he hoped the walk might've calmed her down some. He braced himself, just in case.