Frank knew how tires were supposed to work.  He'd studied enough schematics of vehicles real and fictional to understand how their mechanical structures worked.  He felt bad that the blonde was in the cold with no coat, but he had to do what he could to help.  She was cute, cuter than just about any girl he'd ever encountered.  Surely he could help her out for a minute.<br/><br/>"I'll be right there," Frank said.  He was glad he didn't have to worry about a cast of any sort on his leg.  It would have slowed him down even more.  He paced himself getting down to the street and to the girl.  She needed his help after all.<br/><br/>When he approached, he thought he could smell something sweet and fragrant, though Frank accepted it could have been his imagination.  "Let me take a look," he said.  "Do you have a spare tire?"