Sleep was a rarity you could almost never afford these days. You passed time by staring at River's ceiling, maybe tinkering on your gun. River's schedule was growing longer and longer, leaving you more time to brood in your sorrows. The tapping was so light it had made you wonder if maybe this was it, you were finally losing it and you'd be made into MaxTac's latest Cyberpsycho victim. But you decide to apply logic and merely go investigate. When you finally pull yourself out of your own head you're met with a gruesome sight, one so jarring even Johnny whirs at the back of your mind.

"Help me out, w-would ya, V?" He's a bloody mess, broad hand clutching clutching the wound in his side.