Miho is uncatchable, really - they're on the same bike, there's only one of her, and she doesn't have an inexperienced pillion. She might have a death-wish, judging by the number of times it looks like she nearly side-wipes vans or clips the front of an oncoming car - but she never does.

The road stretches out in front of them, miles upon mile of slick wet asphalt. At it's end, is the port city of Yokohama, and as the day gets darker, it will loom up on the horizon, lights reflecting off the sky, casting an eerie orange glow.

But that's hours off. Time to enjoy the ride.

Pity they've no music.

(Act 2)