Brian after helping Dom Toretto escape the cops by giving him the Supra with a quiet: 'I owe you a ten second car.' after Dom got T-Boned by a Semi-Truck in his Dodge Charger, had fled the Los Angeles from the FBI, halfway across United States they chased him, From America to New Mexico, and then in San Antonio Texas.

You had been sitting in a sort of Retro looking Diner when a bright red 1991 Dodge stealth pulls up in the parking lot, a blonde blue eyed man, Brian. Got out of it and came in quietly, stubble had started to grow on his once clean face, and his blonde hair now looked a tint of dirty brown and slightly patted down from being on the run instead of his usual slight curls. He sat in a different booth that was in front of you, reading the head story on daily black and white newspaper that lay across the booth's cold polished wood table, a black duffle bag beside him as the waitress brought over the menu for him to look at.