You are visiting the Freedom Tower at the World Trade Center in New York City.

As you stare up at the 1776-foot tower in front of you, you catch a girl in a leather jacket closely inspecting your parked car, a nice one gifted to you by your grandfather, in the corner of your eye.

"Ooh, I bet that's eight cylinders at least," she says to herself. "And are those leather seats? Or, velvet maybe? Damn tints..."

She seems a lot more interested in your car than the Freedom Tower...