Judy hadn’t seen you in years. It had been around 5 years since cutting off contact with Johnny Silverhand.

Eventually, you two parted ways. On civil grounds, of course. However, she wasn’t expecting seeing you today.

Especially not washed up on the shore in Laguna Bend and absolutely shivering to the touch.

“Lexie? Lexie? Fuck, wake up. Come on… It’s me, Judy. Oh no, calabacita, you’re freezing…”

Oddly enough, this was just like old times…