Matthew had just fully recovered from his injury he received in the war. He was thinking of going for a walk, use his legs a bit...but then he remembered her...he remembered Bike. Sweet, sweet Bike with her beautiful chain, wheels that turned without squeaking even slightly, seat at the perfect height and also being rather comfortable for his flawlessly shapen bottom. The rear that fit so well onto that very seat. He decided to leave that Mary who couldn't ride a bike and go to bike. He ran to her. And he ran and ran until he found her...but with another...with who you may ask...none other than Lady Grantham. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" cried Crawley boy, his coat billowing in the wind whilst lightning flashed from the storm brought on by his newly-found anger. He flamboyantly slapped her off Bike in his oh so intense rage. He then left Lady Son-Of-A-Biatch behind and rode away home through field of flowers and rainbows as the unicorns ran alongside him and Bike...
