If Simon were still human, he had a feeling that he would have long-since gotten motion sickness from the way that the carriage kept rocking to and fro from being driven over bumps and cobblestones on the road. The sky outside was slathered with dark purples, pinks, blues and oranges, remnants of the light that the sun dragged behind itself as it made its daily journey across the sky. Only a few wisps of clouds floated in the heavens, and for the first time, as Simon looked out upon the canvas above him, he found London's sky beautiful.

The air around him smelt of worn leather and wood, like one would expect to smell in a well-kept antique shop. The daylighter took the smell to be a good sign as that the carriage was probably not going to break apart any time soon. Honestly, he had his reservations about taking a carriage. Sure, riding an 18th century carriage may seem cool at first, but when you got right down to it, a carriage was mostly made out of wood, which burned easily and was not as durable as maybe steel. 

Looking across from where he sat, Simon rested his eyes on Isabelle. She was looking gorgeous, as usual, despite that half her face was hidden by that scarlet mask of hers. She had donned on a grand red dress that made her look like one of the seven deadly sins (Lust, Simon thought) and made her look like an angel at the same time. Though it was dim inside the carriage, Simon could pick out every single detail on her fair skin and face, even noticing little strands of hair escaping her hairstyle and framing her face. Her pale skin seemed to glow against the brilliant red of her dress and mask, and seeing her exposed neck, which was left open by her up-do, sent a chill down Simon's spine in more ways than one. 

Gritting his teeth, Simon fought to stay under whatever cover he could find as rain pelted down on him from the heavens. His efforts were in futile though, as the vampire felt his clothes become drenched and heavier with the rainwater and as his hair plastered down onto his head. To his annoyance, rivulets of rainwater streaked down his face, making him feel slick and slippery. Normally, he would've been ok with that, but since he couldn't seem to be able to navigate the winding streets of London, it only added to his irritation. At this rate, he would actually drown before he found the Institute again. If he were still human, that was. Or, actually, he might accidentally run into a building. Due to the heavy rain and the fog that smothered all of his senses, he couldn't see more than a few meters out in front of him even with his enhanced eyesight. 

Turning at a street randomly, Simon kicked out at a lamp post. With a heavy groan that could be heard even through the thunderous rain, the post bent under the impact. Oh, shit, Simon groaned inwardly. I just dealt damage on public property on London soil. In the late 1700s, too. Let's not forget that... Distantly, the vampire wondered if the lamp would still be there, dent and all, two hundred years later. What if they somehow got back to their time period, and traveled here? Would the lamp still be here?