Several minutes later, they approach Moira's house. He only knew her address from seeing her processed through the department's booking so many times in the past. He's never actually been out here until now. Unlike James' place that's shrouded in thick woods and overrun with trees, Moira's cottage stands boldly out on the coast surrounded by nothing but clear seawater and the sand. As soon as he's opens the door of the cab, he hears the waves crashing into the rocks nearby. He pauses, getting the driver's attention.

"This won't take long. Just keep the meter running, and I'll pay you double," he says, not wanting to have to call another cab later, but he wants to see to it that Moira makes it inside. He climbs out first, grabbing his crutches, and attempts to help her out.