Nans took off at about ninety miles an hour, at least that's what it looked like. I didn't think a power scooter could go so fast. There were hundreds of people walking on the boardwalk, women, elderly people, small children. She didn't care, she just peeled out and headed straight for the Trump Tower. Samara stared in horror as people jumped out of her way, some screaming others cursing her, damning her to hell. I watched the scooter until I could see it no more. Someone asked me if i was with her. "Certainly not" I said.