Today was the day. Today marked the day you made a promise to yourself, that you'd get out of this nasty taxi driver's body, no matter what. It had been a whole year since the day yours was taken from you, and that whole year you couldn't convince yourself to steal another person's life. But this was the end of that. You decided whoever walked into the taxi would be getting their life stolen from them. You didn't want to hear their voice or look back in the mirror at their face... that would just make you chicken-out. So, you just asked them to write their destination on a piece of paper and hand it to you.