Not far away, someone had been honking a car horn. First it had been a series of long blasts, and now it was a long string of random taps, culminating in "shave and a haircut, two bits." The neighborhood afforded many distractions at this time, but finally Csongor turned to look and noticed the van sitting there about ten meters away. Projecting below the open driver’s-side door was a pair of blue boots. Yuxia’s head poked up in the vacant window frame, to see if she had gotten their attention yet.