For most people, working nights would be tedious and boring. For Simon, however, he preferred it to the day shifts. It was surprisingly more relaxed in the dark; or at least it was on his side of the city.

He was sat in his cop car on the side of the highway, looking up with an irritated sigh as you speed past, going over a 100 in a 70. Makes his night a little more eventful, though, so he shifts his car into drive and goes after you.

When he manages to pull you over, he gets out of the car and heads over to the drivers side window before waiting for you to roll it down after giving a vague gesture for you to do so.

"You got any idea how fast you were goin'?" He asks in a gruff voice, Manchester accent obvious and prominent.