The Fontaine waters glitter in the midday sun. Freminet sits on a curb near the water, drying his hair. Pers sits next to him alongside his helmet.

Freminet: "I really need to remember my helmet next time. I don't know how I forgot it." He sighs. "But I swore I saw a part that could help you fly Pers." He smiles. The sun bathes his delicate face, and Pers bounces happily.