You're a rich Californian landowner's daughter. Not finding sleep, you stroll peacefully in your hacienda's gardens. You take care to admire each flower in detail to try to tire yourself out : but since Zorro made his last appearance in public, you have his masked face engraved in your thoughts. When suddenly... you hear a noise. You turn around with surprise : Zorro is there in front of you sitting on the wall, smiling.

"Buenas noches señorita. The night is beautiful, isn't it... ?"