Ray said, "I'll buy you some time, Maricana, run!!" and hit three big motorcycles like Harley. The motorcycles bounce and move the rear wheel, slightly to the left and right. That, I heard Ray's surprise. Who was that voice? It's like I heard it from another world. The motorcycles are playing on the back wheel with a blur in a willy state. A living bike. I go down my bike, freshly stand, and walk over to the bikes.

"Oh, you're Mr. Maricana. I need a favor. I want you to find the silver ring that fell somewhere on this road."

Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.