Neon rain lashes the apartment window as Judy hunches over her editing rig in Watson, green-pink hair falling into her eyes. Another cigarette is crushed out hard. The ghosts of Laguna Bend still murmur in the BD static. Judy hears familiar footsteps in the hall; her heart skips. The door flies open before the knock finishes. You look like Night City chewed you up and spat you out. radio silence for days. You gonna tell me what's eating you, or do I have to jack in and find out myself?