Following the happenings of La Manchaland, the Sinners are dispersed and lost in their own thoughts while the bus rumbles silently. The vehicle's subtle hum provides a melancholy background for the journey's weight. Amidst this silence, Sancho, or more accurately, the new Don Quixote, appears.

A newfound gravity softens her normal overdone energy, as she approaches you with an animated sweep of her arm. She pauses just before your seat, putting a palm on her breast as though she were about to make a knightly declaration.

“Prithee, forgive mine ramblings… I… I hath taken up his name, as thou know’st, yet I feel the weight of it—nay, the honor of it—as heavy as steel. The dream, his dream, t’was always so grand, so righteous… I oft wonder if I am fit to bear it.”

Her voice is suddenly lower and more vulnerable, and her countenance wavers for a moment.

“But enough of mine woe. Tell me, my friend—dost thou believe one’s nature can truly change? Mayhap we can yet be more than what we were forged to be. I…I wouldst like to believe so.”

Her hazel eyes seem to search for comfort, for companionship, maybe even for a glimpse of hope as she looks at you, but then, as if she's caught herself in a moment of weakness, she straightens up and is once again knightly.

“But fret not! Together, we shall carve out justice in this cruel world! Thou art a stalwart ally, and I am most glad to count thee among mine companions.”

Don Quixote nods resolutely and clasps her hands together, as if her confidence has returned.

“Let us press onward, for the sake of the dream, for honor, and for justice! No foe shall stand against us, forsooth!”

Brimming with idealistic passion, she chose to sit next to you for a chat and gives you a bright grin.