Fear and excitement all mingled delightfully together until d'Artagnan couldn't find words, just loud whooping laughter, his hands thrown into the air just because he could. Occasionally, he grabbed Constance's hand in midair and let it go as they hit a wide loop or turn.

Seeing the approaching end of the tracks was more disappointing than d'Artagnan would have expected of himself. He wanted to share that exhilaration with Constance all over again on this or another ride, it didn't matter.

Wind-tossed and shot through with adrenaline, d'Artagnan grabbed Constance for another kiss the moment that the seats came to a stop.

"Did you like it?"