"Wrapping up leather trench coat up around her ears, she adjusted her Californian stare, staring up at the blue graffiti sky. Her dreams always took her straight back to L.A., no matter how far she tried to leave. Distant memories of driving endless roads, with the acrid heat and music blasting were never far from her mind. That was L.A. for you. It got into your blood. No matter how far she drove, she always ended up L.A. dreaming..."