Speed was vital…

Time was crucial…

Seconds mattered…

Johnny Gage raced towards his destination like a man possessed. All that mattered to him was getting there before it was too late.

Sirens blared…

Tires squealed…

Footsteps approached…

Johnny opened his mouth to speak, but a familiar voice stopped him: "Can I see your license, young man?"

"VINCE?"

The officer leaned in closer to the white Land Rover. "Johnny! Where's the fire?"

Johnny grinned at the officer, hoping for a break. "Uh, no fire, I'm late for a date."

Vince smiled…

Johnny hoped…

Seconds later, Johnny pulled away, ticket in hand…