<div align="center">(http://www.meristation.com/EPORTAL_IMGS/GENERAL/articulos/Mayo2008-MetalGearSoli4GunsofthePatriotsPre-Analisis/IMG-cw48398d8a92a80/077pe.jpg)</div><br/>"Where are you going, my son?" a deep Italian voice asked. The voice belonged to Rocky's mother who witnessed him packing a small bag in the room where his childhood had taken place. She stood in the doorway with an apron on, a smear of spaghetti sauce on the white fabric. The aroma of marinara sauce lingering in the air as the smell wafted to the upper levels of the Rhodes residence.<br/><br/>"It's like a vacation, Mum, but I have to do it for work," Rocky said, wearing a gray trenchcoat and a black turtleneck. His eyeglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, causing him to put it back up again with his hand. The bag he was packing had no clothes in it. Instead, he put the framed pictures of his parents and his siblings. He also packed a small video camera, so as to do a video diary for his family to see, for if he told them now, they would either think he was crazy or think whatever he was saying was bogus.<br/><br/>"Well, if it's a vacation, why are you only bringing that small bag," Rocky's mother said. "Why don't you bring some more clothes?"<br/><br/>Rocky stopped what he was doing and walked over to his mother. He gently places both of his hands on her shoulders, telling her, "Don't worry Mother. They will take care of me where I am going."<br/><br/>His mother went over to his closet and pulled out a sweater, saying, "Well I don't know where you are going, but I do know the nights will be cold. Bundle up will you?"<br/><br/>"I will Mum,” Rocky said, taking the folded hoodie from her hands and placing it as the top layer of his packed belongings. At that moment the doorbell rang. “That's the taxi. I better be going.” With a hug and a kiss, any awkwardness was non-existent for now. Rocky wanted to leave the house before his mother begged him to stay. His mother lived alone after his father died and he went to work. Leaving would hurt both him and his mother, but it had to be done.<br/><br/>He climbed into the taxi and it drove away from the neighborhood of residences sitting next to each, not even a side yard or a fence separating them. The taxi drove Rocky to the airport, driving straight into the area where private jets set down and taxi to parking space. Once at the appointed location, Rocky recognized the Syn that stood motionless next to the parking space. Rocky stood next to it and waited for Dr. Elizabeth's jet to arrive.