Riley had, naturally, been a little concerned about his car once everything on the island seemed to be settling down. He hadn't gotten a chance to get out of the parking lot until just now and, when he saw that his darling car was all right, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He ran a hand over the car's curves reverently (and not at all creepily) before he jumped into the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel. He was really, really gonna have to take a joyride and soon. His car hadn't been used enough since he'd gotten to the island. It was really just too bad the roads here were too narrow because his car would tear up the curves and dips.

For now, he was content just sitting in his car and relaxing.

[Open post, of course, if other people have a reason to be in the parking lot. He just missed his car.]