The scene out of the window was sheer perfect city landscape. The bright lights of Liverpool shone in the distance as peeking children, too scared to come out. The blackness of night carpeted the city in a thick blanket; one so thick that only the fingers of dawn could remove it. Telephone wires towered over the M62 as heavily polluting guardians, not that anyone ever thought of them that way. Smoke from nearby factories smudged the sky and the powerful aroma of gas filled the air. One might think that the sight of a gloomy city and the smell of gas would disgust any visitor that came into Liverpool but to Christine, it was the smell of home. She knew that looking past the stereotypes of dark, dank alleyways and trainers hanging from telephone wires, Liverpool was actually a nice place- though admittedly you do have do get past the drabber areas first. Pulling off the M62 on the Huyton junction, the black taxi blended in the darkness of the exit lane; no other cars were there. The driver braked heavily on the slip road- causing Christine to almost jolt out of the seat but only bad experiences from her Dad's dodgy driving kept her where she was. Adam Lewis had always been a terrible driver, probably because he took his test illegally when he was 15. Christine didn't remember a time when a father forgot to break, indicate, slow down, turn a corner and the list goes on. She smiled at the memories of her dad hurtling round the speed-bump-less side roads at 50 mph in his sleek black Audi, on the way home from school but only when her mother wasn't there; she didn't approve. Grinning silently to her self Christine realised just how much she was going to miss her parents and without meaning to, started to cry once more. Though this time, however, she was able to stop herself a whole lot easier.