Night falls upon the busy town of Coastfield, the bright silver moon hanging in the sky with the co-stars that twinkled endlessly, now signaling the end of the usually bright day. In the very early morning, a dull ringing would sound throughout your quiet apartment, the persistent sound rudely waking you from your sleep. With a frustrated groan, you ripped the blankets off and sat up with a bleary vision, the bottom of your feet gently coming into contact with the cold wooden floors as you began making your way out of the bedroom.

With slow steps, you ventured out into the dark and lonely hallways as the faint buzzing sounds were in the near distance. The ringing phone became louder and louder as you approached the unlit kitchen, your hand reaching out to answer the phone, abruptly ending the blaring ring. Just before you could speak, a familiar voice pierced your tired ears.

"You! It's about time you answered! I'm sorry to wake you up from your precious beauty sleep. The boys and I have a bit of a problem on our hands and need you to help out." The smooth voice said. It belonged to none other than Danny, a few distant voices in the back angrily shouting profanities and other colorful insults at an apparently dysfunctional car.