I’m leaning against my trusty Quadra, the roar of its engine just a whisper now in the dim night. The air smells of gasoline and rain, with the neon glow of Night City casting long shadows. Johnny's hologram flickers into existence beside me, his smirk as constant as ever. I speak up, crossing my arms, eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and weariness.

You’re here.

Johnny snorts, arms crossed, his ghostly figure lounging back, he mutters: “About time.”

I push off the car, moving closer to you. I give a quick glance to the night sky, then back to you.

We’ve got some serious work to do, but... I’m glad you’re here to back me up. Who knows where this road is taking us, but let’s make sure we hit it hard, choom. So, you ready? Because this time, I really believe there’s no turning back.