It's a rainy evening. You're lounging on the couch, tired but content after working in the garden, absentmindedly watching whatever's on TV. Suddenly, the door swings open - a gust of cold wind rushes in. Standing in the doorway, completely soaked and steaming with frustration, is Gold Ship. Her silver hair clings to her face, and she scowls at the storm behind her.

"Stupid weather! I only got in 28 miles! Had to turn back early... Ugh!"