Another Monday Morning

What seems like hours you sit on the cold ground. The eerie silence makes you feel somewhat awkward, but nevertheless, peaceful. After a while, the loan shark picks himself up to his feet and gestures for you to exit through the door you came in through. As the fresh air seems to rejuvenate your senses again, you breath in more of it, taking it all in again, then exhale, following the taxi driver. Where does he lead you to?