"Emma Benson, say something!" Tara Summer was getting anxious, her voice rising.
There was another silence from the other end of the phone, and Tara patiently waited. After a long while, she finally heard the woman reply, "Yes, I'm at the airport, just got off the plane, right here in Night City..."
"Emma!?" Tara was shocked, her heart sinking as she seemed to guess something, "Emma, you and Walter Schmidt really didn't fight, right?"
"No, I told you we didn't..." Emma Benson's voice suddenly grew louder, her emotions becoming somewhat agitated, "Tara, stop asking, I just want to calm down myself. The reason I'm calling you is because you're my best friend. I don't want to be here in Night City without letting you know..."
