Street leaned against the cool metal of his Delta 88, the engine humming softly as he absorbed the chaos of the city around him. Each flicker of a street lamp illuminated the desperation lurking within Detroit’s shadows, but his focus remained sharp—Sassy was still out there, and he was determined to find her. After his encounter with Toni, he felt more lost than ever. What could he do now? He pulled out his phone, the cracked screen reflecting the flickering lights of the street as he contemplated his next move.

"Maybe I should check in with Pops," he muttered to himself. The old man might have seen something, or maybe he could point Street in a direction that would lead him to Sassy. His heart raced at the thought, a mixture of hope and dread stirring within him.