The midnight ride through the streets of Sea Salt Bay was a short ride, to be sure, though it was no less fun despite that. The charming little town had many a colourful storefront and restaurant display. A holiday destination for the rich from the city primarily, the aesthetics of the streets downtown bespoke both luxury and class. At the same time, the town gave off a charming, homegrown air. From the perspective of an outsider, Sea Salt Bay seemed like the perfect place to settle down with a family. To live a quaint and traditional lifestyle. Little did they know the ugliness the beauty hid beneath. It was true beauty though, by anyones estimation. And so, for just a little while at least, Rolo and Corinne were able to forget the ugliness of the town and instead, enjoy it's beauty, on their midnight ride.

The motor of the Harley issued a distinct rumbling sound that could be heard from far away. It wasn't difficult for Charles, in his limo, to follow the love struck duo at a safe distance. Far enough away so as not to be noticed easily. Charles quickly surmised the direction in which they rode. He knew that they were going towards the mountain road. Towards the direction where the Lancaster villa was located. Such a thought intrigued Charles further.

Lo and behold, there it was. After several minutes the motorcycle headed out of town, up the paved mountain road. What in blazes was their business up there!? The only places of interest, as far as Charles knew, were his villa and an observatory. The observatory was closed to visitors after nine at night though. And Charles himself has never known a greaser to have an interest in astronomy anyway. Thus the mystery deepened.

And so it was that Rolo and Corinne left the downtown area of Sea Salt Bay and rode up the seldom traversed mountain road. Charles, the ambitious sneak that he was, followed from behind.