Malcolm Roytern started his day like every other day he left his house early to hitch up the horse to the cab.
He parked outside Collins street as he usually would as the rush of the clubbers that were hungover from last night would need assistance getting home. Roughly fifteen minutes had passed. Passerbys seemingly ignorant of the cab were going about their business as a young man came out of the club aiding another man out of the club. He hailed the cab driver from the shadows of the looming building. He was wearing a light coat with a felt hat. Malcolm was happy to receive travelers as he knew he would need the money for feeding his family and faithful steed.
“you!” The cladded man pointed to the drunken man and let him fall to the ground
