A few heads turned as the taxi door opened and they couldn’t help staring as Selena emerged. You couldn’t really describe what she did as get out of the taxi; she had to wait while the driver lowered the ramp and she could engage the controls for her wheelchair. She knew they would probably recognise her, but she also knew that she would have to explain what had happened and the consequences. She inhaled as deeply as she could, not as much as she would have liked of course and then fixed a broad grin on her face, determined that she would at least not let them see how nervous she really was. A moment later her powerchair rolled out of the taxi and onto the curb. She could already see the shock on their faces as they turned to each other and then back again. Before they could think to escape, she was rolling past them with Boris, her service dog faithfully trailing along behind.