[center][color=magenta][h2]Charlotte DeWitt[/h2][/color][/center]

Charlotte quirked a brow at the mention of a motorcycle. Just about the only positive factor about riding on one was its speed, which would be helpful given the circumstances. But then again, that one memory buried in the back of her mind scared her into the belief that it wasn't such a great idea, nowhere near what Cole made it out to be.

She was 24 and roughly halfway through graduate school. Her boyfriend at the time, Mitchell, was giving her a ride to a friend's relative's dinner party on his new bike before he had to go to work. It was 9 or so in the evening and quite chilly, the couple both wearing leather jackets and matching helmets for safety. But even with the precautionary gear the couple had donned, they both sustained injuries when Mitchell took a sharp turn a little too fast, his recklessness sending them stumbling on a more secluded road in the Paramus area. Mitchell caught some blunt trauma when he collided against a tree after the fall, and Charlotte had some bruising and minor road rash on her hands. After the incident, they were both taken to the hospital and recovered relatively quickly, although it took some time for Mitchell to eventually start riding again; not because he had hurt himself, but because he had hurt Charlotte as well. She was even more apprehensive after the fact given that the incident had been out of her control. She trusted Mitchell, but only rode with him one more time before their break up a year or so later.

The decision weighed back and forth in her mind and kept her silent for some time. It was true that she only rode one more time after the accident, but now that this emergency had developed, she should at the very least reconsider.

[color=magenta]"All right, I'll go with you,"[/color] Charlotte spoke up enough for Cole and some of the others in the room to hear her. She hoped that later on she wouldn't come to regret her decision.