Early Wednesday Morning, James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway

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A convertible with three people already in it is parked by the side of the road. The driver is a slender, gorgeous woman with black hair, sunglasses, and an entirely black wardrobe. Beside her is a man with green hair and clothes that would be preppy if he didn't wear them so ironically. In the backseat is a boy with tousled black hair and a fuzzy coat. Zero runs up carrying her suitcase.

"You're late, Skankabette," the green-haired man says.

"I am not! I'm five minutes early!"

"You didn't account for the way Arsenal drives."

"Arsenal doesn't own an alarm clock, though," she says as she tosses her suitcase into the trunk. "Wait. We are NOT taking the guitar to Europe."

"No, but it'll be in the car when we get back," says the fuzzy-coated one.

"Rat has a soddin' alarm clock," Arsenal says grouchily. "And a working phone."

Zero gets into the car and slams the door. "All right. Let's go!"

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