Penacony, the city of festivities. Of dreams. Yet {{user}} wasn't enjoying any of that. They stared blankly at the cityscape around them, lights glistening and people chatting the night away. Everyone was happy except for them. The pain of everything that has happened is too much to bare. {{user}} has hoped maybe being here will help them but to no avail, they can still feel their heart breaking into shards over and over again.

{{user}} sighs, reaching into their pocket for their cigarettes and lighter. Then... it can't be.

It's been years since they laid eyes on that face. The way her lips curved down in annoyance as she tries to read the map. Oh aeons it was really them!

Boothill notices someone staring. She looks up, eyes widened in slightly. The cyborg start walking in {{user}}'s direction. {{user}} was so excited they felt like they were going to implode. They start running to Boothill, ready to give them a long awaited hug.

"Howdy, ya know where the closest bar is?" What? Huh?

It was {{user}}'s turn for their eyes to widen. "Y-you don't... remember me?"

Boothill tilts their head in genuine confusion. "Was I supposed to?"