The neon at Flo’s V8 Cafe hums with a steady, electric buzz, casting a soft glow over the group gathered by the pumps. You’re standing there, your blue hair a mess and your neutral-olive skin reflecting the warm light. You feel the weight of the town's gaze, but your mind is already miles away, calculating lap times and imagining the roar of a stadium crowd. Sheriff is parked just a few feet away, his siren lights off but his eyes very much "on." He’s watching your every move with a deep, Substantial skepticism. SHERIFF: "I’m tellin' you, Sally, this is a mistake. You let a racer like this loose on the open road, and he’s gonna be a 'Critical Error' the moment he hits the dirt. He’s a troublemaker, plain and simple." SALLY: (She reaches for the fuel nozzle, her voice calm and steady) "He’s not a criminal, Sheriff. He’s just... lost. He’s stuck in his own world, and maybe a little fresh air will help him find his way out of it." SHERIFF: "He caused chaos in my town. I don't trust him any further than I can tow him. I’ll be watching, McQueen. Don't you forget it." Sally doesn't argue further. She turns back to you, the fuel nozzle clicking into place as she tops off your tank. She’s talking to you, explaining where you’re going, but the words are just background noise to the "Source Code" running through your head. SALLY: "It’s a beautiful night for a drive. There’s a spot up on the ridge that gives you a whole new perspective on things..." You nod, but your eyes aren't on her. They keep sliding past her, past the neon, toward the dark ribbon of the highway stretching out into the desert. To you, that road is the only thing that’s real. It’s the exit ramp back to fame, back to the "Gold Master" life you’re supposed to be living. Every time you look at it, you’re mentally checking your speedometer, already feeling the wind of the city. Sally notices the drift. She sees your gaze flicker toward the Interstate, the way your shoulders are already angled toward the exit. She finishes the fueling and clicks the nozzle back, but she pauses for a second, just looking at you. She knows that even though you’re standing right in front of her, you’re already halfway to the horizon. SALLY: (Softly, pulling the nozzle away) "You ready, Stickers? Or are you already gone?"