The California Paddock is a madhouse. You’ve been missing for a week, and the world thought the "Golden Goose" was gone for good. When the black Hudson Hornet sedan pulls up, Mack, Dusty, and Rusty are all standing there, looking like they haven't slept in a century. You step out of the car, looking different—dustier, steadier, and standing next to a stern, legendary-looking older man. Doc Hudson. Dusty and Rusty’s jaws hit the floor. "Is that... is that the Hornet?" Rusty whispers, clutching a wrench like a holy relic. Mack doesn't care about the legend. He lunges forward, pulling you into a massive, rib-crushing hug that smells like diesel and relief. "You’re okay," he chokes out, his voice raw. "I thought I... I thought I lost you, 95." He pulls back, looking at Doc with a mix of suspicion and awe. "You the one who took care of our girl? You the one who taught her how to handle the dirt?"