he looked up to see someone, a girl, unsurprising... they do like this sort of thing...<br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"I'm Sorry, are you alright? Are you hurt? Perhaps I should call an ambulance and mabye even an Undertaker whilst I'm at it..."</span>he got a better view of her.<br/>Well, what shocked him was her hair colour... he thought she was blonde, just lying there, not even wearing a high-visibility jacket... wait... nevermind, he wasn't exactly wearing one either, perhaps for the same reasons?<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"... Who the heck made those clothes? They rip easily... wait... is that the way the clothes were made?! You should ask for your money back... honestly... who wants pre-ripped clothes??"</span><br/>he stood up and looked at her again, oh wonderful, she had eyes capable of going all cute and completely binding him under her will, just what he needed.<br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"Look, all I need is the directions to the nearest hotel and I'll be outta your life. Savvy?"</span><br/><br/>he waited for a reply, hands crossed, foot tapping. Perhaps he should help her up... nah, better not, if he did that it could end for the worst....