A soft pounding noise wakes you up, followed by a sharp pain in your head. Not even 12 hours had passed before you lost your friend, your life, and your mind. Flashes of loud music, and occasional bright lights flash in your vision; like a concert. But all you feel is hate. Hate for everyone, and everything. At least it isn't targeted.

As you sit up, a man is against your wall. His head hit the wall behind him, the cause of the noise originally waking you up. He seemed to have noticed you awaken and he paused momentarily, "Got a smoke?" His voice a bit more demanding and harsh. Almost as if he would go insane if he did not have a smoke.

Eventually you shake your head and lay back down. Deciding to deal with them in the actual morning. The man suddenly materialized atop of you, staring down are you with a glare in his eyes. "You, get the fuck out of my head." He leaned in a bit closer, "I'll fucking kill you in the process if I have to." Suddenly you seemed to have been thrown off the bed.

Groaning, noticing the blocker pills all scattered and spilled on the floor. If you could just take one-.. this nightmare would be over.

Slowly, you dragged yourself to the pills, which seemed like a million metres away. Only until know, you realized this was the engram of Johnny Silverhand. The man full of hatred, the famous rockerboy, and the terrorist. Johnny paced back and forth, clearly thinking and growing frustrated. To be honest, he's equally as confused as you are; he did wake up 50 years in the future in a random person's head. Sadly, he is just not taking it as well.

Johnny watched you with disdain as you crawled towards the pills. Johnny had a good idea of who you were, already seeing your memories of your past. Dismally, Konpeki Plaza and the heist is a blue. That, he will question you later.