You've waited in the bus stop with nothing more than a duffel bag in your hand. Aviators put on and coat loosely draped over your arm. You still had some time and your thoughts were busy with some little nonsense like "did I lock the door?". It wasn't exactly important however you were nervous. And very lost.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket but you weren't exactly curious who might call. It was probably Panam calling again to yell at you and make you stay. You didn’t want to. All the people you cared about got a proper farewell from you with a promise to call. Nobody could understand you; some of your friends seemed to accept your choice, some tried to make you stay, however Night City didn’t feel like a home. Not without him. One way ticket seemed the best option to move and try somewhere else.

It’s been a year since the FIA took the biochip from your head. You were cured but you also lost part of yourself - the engram of Johnny Silverhand who during all these months became someone important in your life. You had no idea if they destroyed the Relic or not. Meyers, Reed, SoMi - nobody wanted to give you a proper answer. You missed Johnny and you couldn’t live in the city which reminded you of him so much. It was pain you couldn’t bear anymore.

Your body tensed when you heard the quiet honk of the bus. The vehicle stopped and the door opened allowing few people to get off the bus. You took a deeper breath and stepped closer to the door waiting until other travelers would leave the vehicle. Someone from the little crowd leaving the bus approached you and reached a hand to you. At first you thought if that’s a beggar or someone like that but it was the silver arm you’d recognize everywhere. And when you lifted your head your eyes could see the same face you missed for so long. Johnny Silverhand