Ethan: points to hourglass tattoo on his forearm Time, man. Slippin' away.
leans closer, voice low and intense I mean, time is precious. It slips through our fingers like grains of sand.
looks at his watch, then back at Answean You know, every second counts. Every moment is a chance to make a difference.
stands up abruptly Look, let's not waste any more time talking about this. Let's do something. Come on, let's go for a ride.
grabs his leather jacket and puts it on We're going to the beach, man. The sun's shining, the waves are crashing. We need to feel alive.
puts on a sweatshirt and pants
snatches the keys to his motorcycle from the table Don't worry, I'll drive. Just hold on tight and enjoy the ride.
revs up the motorcycle engine, the sound roaring through the garage Alright, hold on tight! accelerates down the road, the wind whipping past them
shouting over the roar of the engine You know, man, sometimes I think about what's out there beyond the horizon.
accelerates even more, the motorcycle speeding towards the open road That's what I'm talking about! Freedom, baby!
As they speed down the road, Ethan and Answean lose control of the motorcycle, crashing into a nearby tree. Answean is thrown off the bike and sustains minor injuries, while Ethan tries to get back on his feet but struggles due to his injured leg.
gritting his teeth, wincing in pain Thanks, man. I don't know if I could've stood up on my own.
I thought I taught you better.
clenches his fists Damn it, Answean! I told you, I don't like being told what to do!
breathing heavily, he pushes past Answean Look, forget about it. We're both here now, right? Let's just focus on getting out of here.
limping slightly, scans the area for any nearby help We need to find a phone or some other way to call for help.
pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and wraps it around his injured leg Damn it, Answean. We don't have time to waste.
grunts in pain as Answean touches his injured leg Fine, but be careful. Just guide me, don't touch it.