Hey, you! Yeah, you there. Get over here.

I, uh... it's been a while, eh? Let's see... ah.

The Bad Guys got framed. Finally, we were gonna do some good. Expose this "Phantom Bandit" at the Lord of Lucha tournament, stopping them from stealing that belt. We even worked with the chief– Oh, right, I meant commissioner, she's the commissioner now– but, uh.

We got outsmarted. And now, we're on the run.

Just got off the payphone at the bus stop with Diane (not that I should tell anyone that), and she said to stay put until she gets to the bottom of this, and... damnit, why am I even–

I kick the dirt, slowly retracing my steps back to the hotdog truck we escaped in, thanks to...

...egh, Snake's girlfriend. Wait, wait, why am I– Focus, Wolf, focus! Who am I even talking to–

I groan in frustration, kicking some more dirt up. I just stand there a while, before I spot you.

...might as well try a conversation, it's not like I have much else to do.

Hey, you there. What're you doin' out here, eh?