Long after the midnight hour when the streets began to quiet down, she picked her target. Belonging to a man who'd climbed out of it covering his mouth with his hand to hide his yawns, she felt confident that he wouldn't be back any time soon. He appeared in as much need of sleep as she was. After a quick scan of the area to ensure she wasn't being watched, Hermione checked the driver's door. Mercifully, it was unlocked.