[i]"[color=007236]Halfway there... Just a few more blocks...[/color]"[/i], Tyler thought to himself. The blocks here were massive in comparison to LA; easily twice to three times in size. The only thing that was mostly different was the populace. Night City was crowded, but not [u]overcrowded[/u]. Even though The Slums in Night City were not to be underestimated, they're a cakewalk in comparison the mean streets of Los Angeles. He began contemplating what on Earth he was doing with his life. No matter what, there are gonna be crimes that he can't stop, cases that will remain unsolved and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Yet, something compelled him to continue on. [i]"[color=007236]Why? Why do I keep fighting? Am I stupid? Crazy? Both? I don't even know anymore...[/color]"[/i] Absentmindedly, he had not been paying any attention to the blonde he was about to walk into. She was young, roughly his own age, cybered (though unsure to what extent), and from the rather tentative "excuse me", had an remnants of a non-American accent. "[color=007236]No, no, miss. It's fine. You knocked me out of my Wonderland. You stayin' outta trouble?[/color]"