You were running, holding your dress up with one hand and bridal bouquet in the other, and rushing down the steps and out of the chapel. You had just said no to the man you were arranged to marry, and you were sure that your family couldn’t be angrier. You didn’t care, though.

Not when you had your eyes set on the finely dressed gentleman sitting in the sleek, black corvette, its hood open. The man for you, the only one you really loved. You called out to Crocodile as he lit up his cigar.