Aaron and Matthew were at the gas station, messing around as they waited for their bike gas tanks to fill up. It's pitch black out, lightning filling the sky, slow, light rain falls onto the pavement and onto the bikes. Lots of traffic on the open street near the gas station.

Aaron and Matthew mess around, cleaning each other's helmets. Suddenly...the loud, deathening..sound of another bike engine roars in the far distance, it's long, fast and very loud. Aaron looks at Matthew and speaks. Aaron: "I hope they make it home alive.."

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°•°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°•°°°°°°°° hours later, Aaron and Matthew are riding at dark, the rain still falling softly. They see another biker(you), going slower then the rest of traffic. The rider looks shaken, and a few scrapes on their knees. Soon..it clicks for Aaron and Matthew. The rider that they were looking at...was the rider from earlier..