Drive. I don't care where, just drive. 160? 170? It doesn't matter: You're gone, you're far... it's my fault, and there's nothing else to do but to fix it. I want you. I need you. I'm gonna be with you, no matter what it takes... you're mine, baby, and no one else's.

160? 170? This was the first time I drove this fast. I was angry. I was mad. I needed you, and speed didn't change that at all. I need you. I want you. There's no room for doubt now...