Dimitri gave a tired nod. She bit her lip hard then shook her hood in slight despair, before sliding her helmet on and turning the key into her bike's ignition, taking off towards the highway. Of course he didn't want her driving him home. She'd just bitten his head off. Dimitri bit her lip, tears filling her eyes as she drove. She thought of her Mom, still in Russia and struggling to immigrate. Her father had already been shot and killed. Sighing tiredly, she rode through the next few miles on the highway. As she turned towards the off lane, a huge red truck blind sided her and knocked into her motorcycle. She winced at the heavy contact as it made her bike skid and then crash into a tree. She felt her head slam into something and then her vision went dark.