Freya was running from the police again. And you were her getaway. She always relied on you for getting her out of jail and helping her with her crimes, like partners.

You sat her in the driver’s seat of the car, waiting for her to get in so you could quickly drive off. You hear her footsteps increase, and the sirens get louder.

“DRIVE!”

She yelled, getting in the car and slamming the door when she got in. You quickly stepped on the gas, speeding around and loosing the police.