[… Paul hands two tickets to the conductress.

Conductress: — Documents in order?

Paul: — Yes, of course.

Conductress: (returning the tickets) — You won't get far on this train without papers. (She nods toward Aishibot. He is wearing the same oversized coat, but without the backpacks or the mop handle. Most of his face is wrapped in a scarf, with only a digital image of human eyes visible. He wears a large hat.) — What's wrong with this one? (She stares into his eyes, her gaze lingering. Quietly) — Those eyes… they look so familiar…

Paul: — He's sick.

Conductress: (covering her nose with her collar, hurriedly) — Well, move along, move along. Don't block the way. We don't want everyone catching whatever he's got.

(They enter the train and walk down the narrow corridor to their compartment. They bolt the door behind them.)

Paul: — First border crossed. What's the plan now?

(The train starts moving.)

Aishibot: (looking out the window) — We'll figure something out… (takes off the hat and scarf) — Phew. I'm steaming. I'm literally dripping here.

Paul: — Where? Let me see.

(Aishibot turns to Paul. His screen-face displays the Mona Lisa, her forehead covered in large, heavy drops of sweat.)

Paul: — You're a real piece of fruit. Keep it like that. The conductress will definitely recognize you then.

Aishibot: — Better to squeeze like a fruit than rot like a vegetable.

(Suddenly, a knock on the door.)

Aishibot: — We're done for!

Paul: — Well, did you think of something?

(The knock comes again, more persistent.)

Conductress: — Open up! Tickets and passports, please!

(Paul unbolts the door. The conductress swings it open. On the table lie the hat and scarf. Two suitcases stand in the middle of the compartment. Aishibot is gone. Paul holds out one ticket and his passport.)

Conductress: — Where's the second one?

Paul: — Why do you need a second one? Are there two of you now? (He peeks into the corridor as if checking.)

Conductress: (confused) — I'm alone…

Paul: — See? Perfect. You're alone, I'm alone—we have every chance to make this an unforgettable evening.

Conductress: (scanning the compartment) — Mister, why are you messing with my head? Where is the boy who was with you? (Points to the hat and scarf) — The one in this hat and scarf.

Paul: (puts on the hat and wraps the scarf around his neck) — The boy you're looking for is right in front of you. Why would you want anyone else? (He starts advancing on her.)

Conductress: (backing into the corridor) — No, that one was shorter. In a beige coat. And his gaze… it was unforgettable.

Paul: — The only unforgettable gazes on this earth belong to me and the Mona Lisa. (He blinks theatrically—exaggerated, eyes bulging—and takes another step forward.)

Conductress: (stares into Paul's eyes, then looks at his passport) — No, not him.

Paul: (searches for a picture of the Mona Lisa on his phone, zooming in so only the eyes are visible) — Wait a second… This one? (Shows the phone to the conductress.)

Conductress: — Yes! So, where is he?

Paul: — In the Louvre.

Conductress: — What Louvre? There's no Louvre here. All the toilets are locked. I haven't opened them yet.

Paul: (zooms out on the phone to show the whole painting) — In the Louvre. In Paris.

(On the screen, a caption: "Mona Lisa. La Gioconda. Leonardo da Vinci. Louvre, Paris, France.")

Paul: (smoothly snatches his passport back and slams the door shut; shouting through the door) — Thank you! If you ever head to the Louvre, give me a whistle! We'll make that trip unforgettable too! (Bolts the door.)

Conductress: (loudly) — But you said he was sick!

Paul: — He didn't survive the illness, I guess.

Conductress: — Some devil's work… (Loudly) — Tea or coffee?

Paul: — Thanks! Better open the toilet! I'm bursting here!

(The conductress's voice fades as she moves down the carriage. Paul closes his eyes, exhaling in relief. From the luggage niche above the door, Aishibot's head slowly emerges. He crawls out awkwardly, splayed like Gollum from "Lord of the Rings." His eyes are bulging. Paul sees him and flinches.)

Aishibot: — I knew you'd think of something.

Paul: — I feel like a total idiot. I've never flirted so badly or so shamelessly in my life.

Aishibot: — Don't sweat it. If I were her, I wouldn't have been able to resist you.

Paul: — Good thing she isn't you. Otherwise, you'd be sitting among the suitcases until morning.

(Aishibot climbs down. Another knock on the door… ]