The van continued on its journey, across the border into Moldova. As it drove along the road to Chisinau, the dark silhouettes of hills all around and the stars overhead, the driver – a dark-haired girl of about twenty – turned to the woman in the passenger seat and addressed her with semi-humorous amazement:
“Nice one. Didn’t know you were a Jedi as well as a vampire.”
“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, Nicoleta dear,” replied the fair-haired lady, “but oughtn’t you to be keeping your eyes on the road?”
Her tone was grim and rather uninviting, so Nicoleta took the advice to heart and drove on in silence for several minutes. Eventually, when there was no traffic in sight, her passenger told her to pull over. When they were stationary, the fair lady emerged into the cold night air, apparently comfortable in spite of her thin lacy dress, and opened the rear doors.