Drive. Faster, faster still. Watch the signpost. Laugh. It's not like we're going to survive this night. Why play it safe?
Why are we doing this again? Oh. Yes. He died tonight. Gorgeous.. gorgeous.. man. Dead. We need to drive. Faster. FASTER.
Ignore the voices telling you to stop. Listen to me and mine. My voice. Mine. That's right, press down on the gas.
Little… little Mail. Poor defenceless Mail. Stop the tears, now. It's alright. I'm here. You're not alone. We're not alone.
Half way point. We're nearly there. See that cliff? That one there? The one with the trees, and oh.. isn't it so nice? Yes.. Yes, that one.
That's our destination, little Mail.
Faster…
It's close. We're close now.
1…2….
'I love you Mello..'
Goodbye.