Seraphim has taken her favourite toy, in her new toy, to her favourite deserted city, for a blast around the flyovers…

… they cruised the ground level, looking for an access ramp…

… till they found one…

… then they went up…

… and up…

… and up, into the heart of the concrete jungle…

… then down, again…

… the four wheels humming, and the eight cylinders driving the deep growl…

… back to where they started.