[… Paul wheels his suitcase through the terminal, taking the escalator down to the security checkpoint. He passes through the metal detector. The suitcase slowly vanishes into the X-ray scanner. On the screen — a neatly packed, partially dismantled Aishibot. Its legs and head have been unscrewed.

On the shuttle bus to the aircraft, Paul stands near the back seats, staring out the window. The silhouette of a plane is visible through the glass. The bus pulls up. Stops. Everyone files out.

Paul: (taking a deep breath) — Our time together was short… Hasta la próxima, America. We will definitely become better, and we wish the same for you.

(A woman's voice rings out.)

The Woman: (loudly) — Sir, are you getting off?

Paul flinches, turning his head. Before him stands a woman of pleasant appearance, with large eyes and thick, long, wavy hair. She is so stunning that her crisp white blouse and navy-blue skirt suit her just as well as a luxury evening gown.

The Woman: (waving a hand to catch his attention) — Are you getting off or not?

Paul gazes at her as if she were a rare jewel. Her name tag reads: Ana Cruza.

Paul: — Of course. If such a beautiful lady is flying with me.

Ana Cruza: (gesturing toward the exit) — Of course I'm flying. Why else would I ask? You're just standing in the aisle, blocking the exit.

Paul instinctively steps aside. Ana Cruza brushes past him, leaves the bus, and heads for the plane, ascending the stairs. A gust of wind catches her hair. With a light toss of her head, she sweeps it back and vanishes into the aircraft like a mirage. As if scalded, Paul grabs his things and runs… ]