“Where to?”
“Just drive to the Airport”
“What's the rush? Are you in trouble?”
“I will be.”
“Family Troubles? I can relate.”
“Ha.”
“You can't run away from your problems boy.”
“Well…..I guess that's why I’m taking a plane.”
“In all my years of driving do you wanna know how many runaways I take to the airport?”
“How many?”
“Thousands” he exaggerated. “from all over this city.”
“did they ever look back?”
“Every single one. Nothing is stronger than family kid.”
“Ha.”
“Well here we are. Your on your way.”
The kid exits the taxi and walks away.
“At least call your parents and let them know you're ok! It's the right thing to do!”
The driver’s Phone Rings.
“Good Bye Dad.”