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.