"Cool your impatient little feathered head," Bakura grinned, reaching over with his other arm to pull his hair back again from where it had fallen forward. Not that Tater had shown any signs of minding sharing the shoulder with the mass of white mess that was Bakura's hair, but still. Best to give his passenger more room.

He'd have to remember an elastic next time.

"Little ways farther, the spot where the tunnel widens up again and you reach the station. They haven't moved any since that guy got his ass offed, so pretty sure it's still there."