[color=8882be]"Alright!"[/color] Corrine happily hops on the back of his motorcycle. The reving of his engine feels nostalgic. She remembers those long rides home from school when one of the older brothers would take her home. 

Back at the old house, when Antonio was first learning to drive and Lenny wasn't always in charge of the little rascals, her father had put her in grade school. Because their mansion was so far from the school district, they didn't want her walking home. Someone could have snatched her up and that would be the last of Corrine. Antonio had offered to take her home since he had nothing to do but hang out with The Dragons. He made a makeshift booster seat since she was so small. Those were simpler times. 

[color=8882be]"Rolo, where are we going?"[/color] She tries to shout over the motor.