Haley blinked in surprise (a surprise that was slowly disappearing, she noticed) at the garage she had somehow not noticed until that moment. "Dorian...am I getting rusty or...?"<br/><br/>"I think we're still operating on previous, logical logic, as opposed to this...insane troll logic."<br/><br/>"Then I should start thinking like a crazy person."<br/><br/>"That's absolutely not what I meant."<br/><br/>Too late. Haley strode into the garage and began eying the ambugously shaped vehicles. They all seemed specifically designed for individual people, but not for her. She frowned. "Seems like there ought to be one here for..." and then she saw it. All dull gunmetal gray and worn leather. The widest grin she had ever displayed in years spread across her face, showing itself in creases amongst her cloth wrapping. She straddled it and it whinnied to life, reminding her of the sounds a horse might make.<br/><br/>"This is a bike for a cowboy," she announced seating herself properly. "Or an outlaw." She heard Dorian groan, but then...<br/><br/>"Hey, there's a mirror in front, above the light! Oh I like this. I take back what I said, Haley." She knew he must be grinning like a kid on Christmas, too.<br/><br/>Her bike roared as she weaved out of the garage, back into Stormfront, and then in the direction the Storm Riders and the Dayman had gone. "Saddle up, she called to those left behind!"<br/><br/>After a minute of riding, she heard Dorian start to sing (and an acoustic guitar start up, somewhere in the distance), "<span style="font-style: italic">It's all the same - only the names'll change. Everyday...it seems we're wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home</span>" He trailed off, but Haley took it up.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride...and I'm wanted. Dead or alive.</span><br/><br/>They went on like that, belting their way through Bon Jovi's 'Wanted Dead or Alive' along with the inexplicable ghost band that had started up somewhere. She was laughing by they time they caught up to the Dayman. "These bikes rule!"