Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Waiting for the next one!
Die nächste, bitte!
¡Espero el próximo!
¡Espero el próximo!
Le prochain, s’il vous plaît !
Podem vir com a próxima!