“Thanks, but no thanks.” you tell the driver. “I’ll just use my scooter.”
“Okay, but don’t come crying to me when you’re on the other side of the country!” he wheezes and laughs at the same time. As the cable car rolls away, you unfortunately notice that your scooter has less than a tank of fuel left. You regret tingly press on until the scooter breaks down by a busy interstate highway, where you start to hitchhike. After hours of waiting for someone to let you in their cars, you are unbelievably lifted up off the ground by a strong physic force. You are half-asleep at the time, so you don’t think much of it. You are carried to Bentley Inc, and, without anybody seeing, laid down softly behind some shrubs.