"Someone, help!" Crash calls out into the dark streets.

Despite his efforts, no one seems to hear his cries. Crash cannot help but to blame himself. 'I should've warned him!' In frustration, the teen starts to cry. He violently pursues the white vehicle. He cannot see a legible license plate. 'Calling the police now won't help,' he concludes. 'I have to make things…right.' The need to discover The Onlooker's lair grows with new urgency.

The chase leads back to Market Place. As ...