Taxi -

Just as he was about to give up and start the long walk home, a yellow cab drifted out of the gloom like a ghost. Its "VACANT" sign flickered with a warm, steady light. Elias waved, and the car pulled over with a gentle hiss of tires on wet asphalt.

Elias looked at the driver, then back at the woman. A strange feeling of recognition washed over him. He remembered this bakery from his childhood; he hadn't been here in twenty years. Just as he was about to give up

It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery. Elias looked at the driver, then back at the woman

"I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly. Elias froze. "I haven't told you yet." It wasn't a business card