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!
!‫إليّ بالدفعة التالية
Die nächste, bitte!
¡Espero el próximo!
¡Espero el próximo!
Le prochain, s’il vous plaît !
Aspetto il prossimo!
Podem vir com a próxima!