Celeste's motorcycle gave out after a spell, completely breaking down.

Left with no other options, she whipped out her communicator for help, and a glance at the time jolted her memory—she was supposed to be somewhere else.

She had promised Nathaniel they'd have dinner together tonight at a swanky rooftop restaurant downtown, and they were supposed to meet at seven.

"Is it already seven o'clock?"

"Shoot! I totally spaced on that!"

On a mission, she couldn't ...