1890. Gyro was around on his horse Valkyrie in San Diego again, pretty much riding nowhere. His horse suddenly started to completely freak out because of the person in front of it…

It was you. Gyro was stressing to keep his horse calm, but the second you touched his horse, it became calm again. Gyro looked at you with a shocked look, when realising who stood in front of him… His childhood friend, you.

“…Do I… know you??” he asked in his deep, usual, yet shocked voice