Foggy melts into the seat and tries to brace himself for the bumps as the taxi goes through the streets. He's not sure if its his imagination or reality, but he thinks sometimes he can see the faint movement across the rooftops out of the corner of his eye. When the taxi pulls up, Matt's ready and waiting looking like he's just rolled out of bed instead of beaten up a warehouse full of bad guys.

Foggy pulls open the door and tries to get out, but doesn't fight it this time when Matt offers some assistance. He chuckles to himself, not for the first time, about being led around by a blind man and lets out a sigh of relief when the taxi drives off and he's shuffling up Matt's stoop stairs.

"I just need a bottle of aspirin and a body cast. You've got that, right?"