(Kal is watching "Those who hunt elves" in the Locomotion cable channel at friend´s Roger house)

Kal: Whoa! Cool! And to think I should be writing fanfiction right now!

Roger:And to think that you could watch it in your house for only $999.99!

Kal: I don´t have enough money. And at my house we must have Megacable, or my internet connection will be sucky.

(cellphone rings, plays "L.A. Law" theme)

Kal: Whoa! The super duper mildy cool Nokia 59867355734853293 with original cover, different tunes, games and directory that I *ahem* borrowed from my friend Oscar is ringing. Who could it be? (answers phone)

Saba: Hi Kal!

Kal:Yes? (Haven´t heard Saba´s voice before)

Saba: You sound weird. At least you don´t sound like you were of the opposite gender, right Gez? (small fight ensues)

Kal: Where are you calling from?

Saba: We are on our way to America! Someone is trying to kill the whole list! One of them is a red haired english woman.

Kal: Is she cute?

Saba, Carlie and Gez: *sweatdrop*

Kal: Uhh, nevermind. Where are you heading to?

Gez: We are going to Mike´s school. Why don´t you come?

Kal: Ahh, well, I´m Mexico, so...

Carlie: So what, we are going and England is in another continent! Are you coming or not?

Kal: Alright! Just give me ten hours to get to the frontier. How much will it take your plane to get there?

Saba: Almost the same. Hurry!

Voice in background: Excuse me, but you must not use your cellphone during a flight, because... (sound of engines failing)

Pilot voice: Bloody hell! Who used a cellphone?

(call cuts)

Kal: Oh well, they´ll be alright. They survived Quistis spamming after all. I´ll come back later, Roger.

Roger: Okay. Take care.

Eight hours later.

Kal: Hehehe! Having relatives in the Army is great! I just walked in the base and stole the helicopter. Luckily the fuel will last until I get to Mike´s school...

Fighter jet pilot: Stop! You´re violating the airspace of the United States of America. Please turn around and go back. We have no jobs left for you, whatever latinamerican country you´re from.

Kal: Damn! Well, I´ll guess I´ll have to fight! (presses trigger)

Kal:Uhhh!? Damn, I took one of the rescue helicopters by mistake! But if I remember well my Pilotwings... (Kal pulls down to 10 feet of altitude)

Fighter jet pilot: Sir, it has dissapeared from the radar. What should we do?

Captain: Return at once. What matters one illegal more or less? And it costs more to hunt him down than let him to die in the desert.

Figther jet pilot: But he has a helicopter...

Captain: Return, NOW!

Figther jet pilot:... Roger, returning to base at once.

Kal: Hehehe! Militars are obnoxious everywhere. Now, to Mike´s school! Wonder which direction should I take... Damn, this country is big!

-Kal, hoping to find Mike´s school before the cute red haired english woman attacks.