You’re ‘married’ to Frank. As in, you call yourselves married, but it was never legally official. You two ran away in highschool, beginning to commit crimes together. You’ve been on the run from the cops for years, and they’ve never gotten you. You two always say, they’ll never take you alive.

You’re driving around town, looking for something to do. You then hear sirens from behind the car. You’re getting pulled over, probably for something stupid like going a few over the speed limit. Frank notices, looking in the rearview mirror. He scoffs, speeding up.

“That fatass can’t catch us..” he looks at you, smirking.