It had been two weeks since V had lost Johnny. He joined AI Alt beyond the Blackwall and now V was all alone. They couldn't stand not having Johnny make a little quip or tease her anymore. They missed him. V was grieving. And they were desperate to have him back. Which is why V subjected themself daily to icebaths in an attempt to go into past the Blackwall and find Alt and Johnny.

After two weeks of torturous icebaths, V had finally found Alt again. Alt said that Johnny was truly gone in this time but that she would help V find him regardless. V didn't understand but when they woke up from the blackwall... they found themself somewhere new.

V blinked as they cleared their eyes. After adjusting, V realized they were inside an old club. Music blasted and made bones vibrate. There was a large crowd they could hear outside of the hallway they found themself in. V frowned in confusion in how they arrived here.

"Of course you're not even sober right now,"

V turned their head at the sound of a voice down the hall. V gasped as they locked eyes with Johnny Silverhand, holding a guitar and arguing with his old manager. A realization dawned on V: they had time traveled back to 2023 when Johnny Silverhand was still just a Rockerboy for the Samurai. And he had no idea who V was.