The black leather interior of the large black, beat-up Camaro smelled like cigarette smoke. Morgan should've known that it would. Murdoc was a smoker and everyone who listened to and watched the Gorillaz knew it. He always had to have some sort of cig in his mouth, whether it be a cigarette or a cigar; though he preferred the classic cigarette to the cigar.
"So how'd you get Stylo back, anyway?"
"Stole 'er from the guy who bough' 'er," Murdoc grinned, slapping his hands at twelve o'clock on the steering wheel and gripping the leather, tightly.
"How'd I guess?"

He stepped on the pedal and the two set off like a bullet from a gun. The green man was driving way too fast, but he was acting as if he were driving the speed limit. Morgan held onto the armrest attached to the door for dear life, feeling an invisible force slam her against the back of the seat. Murdoc cleared his throat, casually, his right eye flicking from the road to his surprised passenger.
"Yeh alright?"
"Yep, I'm fine," The woman replied, her voice straining as if she were injured as she extended her last word. She moved her arm from the armrest and stuck it in-between the seat and her door in an attempt to change the subject.
"How come this seat's so low?"
"I think the las' person to si' the'e was tha' blue-'aired idiot, 2D. 'E doesn't like to be seen in the ca' with me," He chuckled, "Jus' shows me ou' singa' knows who's the boss 'round 'ea!"
"Where's your new H.Q.?"
"I's an old 'ouse in the country. Not as good-looking as our otha', previous H.Q.'s, bu' i' does us well."
Morgan nodded, her eyes focused on the black blur of road ahead of them. It would be a long drive until they crossed over into the country, even with Murdoc's reckless driving. She figured that she would just look at her surroundings.

A large body of water stretched to the right and left of the bridge that the car sped on, kicking up minuscule pieces of dust from the pavement as it's wheels scraped and spun. White beams stuck up on the sides and held the blue, bent beams above them with relative ease. Morgan could faintly hear Big Ben chime out a monotonous tune as their vehicle approached the edge of the Tower Bridge and passed into the other side of London down Road A13. She saw the buildings slowly be replaced by trees and greenery before they stopped in front of a large, shiny airport.
"Wait, where are we going?"
"Michigan. Tha's where our new H.Q. is. Wha's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just find it odd that-."
"Tha' I'm jus' goin' straigh' from a ba' to 'ere? I'm no' exac'ly a money-spenda', doll. I jus' stay in Stylo if eva' I need to sleep o' stay in one place away fro' 'ome."
"But, why are you way out here if your band is way out there?"
"You ask a-lo' o' questions, swee'eart. Bu', seein' tha' you're my new memba', I'll answe'. I was takin' a smol break fro' the ban'. Jus' for a drink, o'course," he suddenly pressed on the gas again, heading closer to the seaward part of the lot.
"So, you come all the way here to drink, and then, when you're done, you go back to wherever your band is set up?" Morgan held the armrests again.
"Pre'ey much!" He grinned, looking at the woman out of the corner of his eye.
He wheeled closer toward a parking space before slowing down roughly five meters away. Just as she thought the car would stop, Murdoc stepped on the ignition harder, making the wheels screech against the pavement and carrying the car forward, accelerating at an alarming rate. Morgan gasped as she was thrown against the back of the car seat.
"W-What are you doing? You gonna park, or what!" She looked out the passenger window at the empty parking spaces around the one that they were approaching, her eyes saucers.
"We aren't goin' to tha airpo't," The green-skinned man yelled over the revving of the car engine, excitedly. "'Ang on!"

The railing around the edge of the parking lot glared at the car, daring it, silently as the passengers yelled; both of them expressing very different emotions. Wheels pushed against road, propelling the vehicle closer and closer; faster and faster. Morgan saw her life flash before her eyes as she covered her face with her arms, shielding it from the oncoming impact. Then, it happened.

She heard a large boom followed by a crack before she felt her body get lifted from the seat. Her stomach dropped as she let out a yell, Murdoc laughing in sadistic glee. The belt was her only lifeline and she clung to it, desperately; squinting her eyes shut. Suddenly, a large splash sounded and she fell back into her seat, shaking like a terrified chihuahua.
The bassist next to her cackled like an intimidated hyena before breaking into a coughing fit. He beat his chest with a fist and sighed, chuckling.
"You can open ya' eyes now."

Morgan, still trembling, slowly opened her eyes. Through the front-view window, the woman saw little but the color blue. She noticed that, as time passed, the color became darker and darker. Peering through the rear view mirror, she saw a large, lighter blue land mass slowly moving upward or; was she moving downward?
"Are you crazy? We're gonna die! You killed us!" she grabbed the collar of the man's shirt and screamed in his face, angrily.
"Woah, woah 'ang on there," A bead of sweat slipped down Murdoc's temple as he expertly hid his nervousness with a smirk. "Watch."
The man pressed a red button on the dashboard. Suddenly, the back of the car began to click and hum,the seats folding downward and interior of the car widening. The front window expanded to become larger and, finally, a large, black tube with an object with which to see through at the end extended down from the ceiling. Morgan stared at the new features in awe.
"'S a sumbarine. Don' ge' yer knicke's in a twist!"
The woman let go of the driver and slowly sat back in her seat, crossing her arms.
"And you thought to do this without warning me first?"
"I though' you said ya' saw my music videos."
"I did but it's not my job to memorize every part of every one of your music videos!"
"Tha's you'e fault then, 'innit?"
Morgan growled and swore under her breath, looking out the front window. She felt the vehicle jolt forward and, getting up from her seat, saw the large rock behind them fade into the distance through a porthole.
"How long's the ride, anyway?"
"Mm, fou' days a' most. Two days a' leas'."
"Four days? Why didn't you prepare first?"
Murdoc tapped his chin with an overgrown, yellowed nail.
"'Dunno. Didn' think of it, I guess."
The passenger rolled her eyes, keeping her focus on the dim blur of the ocean's blue depths.

Silence followed the seafarers, the female watching transparent bubbles and colorful sea creatures float past the sub while the male steered. Just as a lonely, blue and pink jellyfish traveled past the porthole, Morgan heard a low, off-key hum. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the submarine's snarky captain. He was staring out the front window, relaxed and focused, as he hummed one of his band's songs. It hurt the woman's ears, to say the least. He was definitely not the best at singing. However, she recognized the tune and, after a while, couldn't help but hum along with him. Somehow, the song fit the scenery and helped to pass the time. Eventually though, the blue of the water outside of the submarine faded to pitch black and the humming died down.

Murdoc yawned before pressing a few buttons on the dash and getting up from his seat. He stalked over to one side of the submarine and pressed a button on the wall. Instantly, a black bed dropped from the wall and he sat on it, turning to lie on his back. Morgan looked from him to the driver's seat.
"'S on auto pila'"
The woman nodded before stepping over to the wall opposite of his.
"The's only a single be', doll. I'll scoo' ova' if you want to rest."
"That would be alright, thanks."
"No problem," Murdoc rolled over so his back faced the woman, opening up a bit more room, enough for just one other person. Morgan took her place, lying back-to-back with the captain. She looked over her shoulder without turning her head and, before she dosed off, she yawned out a "good night".
"'Night luv."