He's really starting to make her a bit antsy with all of his twitching, like a drug addict going into withdrawals and not...someone deprived of his alcohol for a very short time. Well, it's...either he's making her anxious or something else is. But she doesn't see anything in the rear view mirror, she's not catching anything in her peripheral vision as she drives that she can't immediately identify.

Everything is calm. Everything on the street is calm...and silent...and unmoving.

They're in the middle of London. And it's quiet.

"Peter, d'you have your seat belt on? Cos I swear..."