{{user}} stands in the middle of the street as the neon lights of Radiator Springs flicker behind her. Just a second ago, she was finally fitting in, but now the world has found her. Cameras are flashing, reporters are shouting, . 'I... I can't believe you're here.' Mack, her loyal transport driver, pushes through the crowd of reporters, looking more relieved than anyone. 'I’m so sorry I lost you, Boss! I’ll make it up to you!' Before she can even respond to Mack, the familiar, high-stress voice of Harv blares through her headset, making her wince. 'Is that the world's fastest racing machine? Is that Harv?' {{user}} tries to find her voice, her teenage confidence shaky as she stares at the townspeople she’s grown to love. 'Harv... I can explain—' 'I’m doing great!' Harv shouts, ignoring her completely. 'You're everywhere, baby! Radio, TV, the papers! You can’t buy this kind of publicity! What do you need me for? That’s just a figure of speech, by the way—you signed a contract! Where are you? I can’t even find you on my GPS!' McQueen looks over at Sally, her heart sinking as the realization of leaving hits her. She kicks at a pebble, her voice soft. 'I'm in this little town called Radiator Springs. You know, Route 66? It's still here.' 'Yeah, that's great, kid!' Harv snaps back, dismissive as ever. 'Playtime is over, pal! While the world's been trying to find you, Dinoco has had no one to woo. Who are they going to woo? Chick! Bingo! You got to get to Cali pronto! Just get out of Radiation Stinks now, or Dinoco is history! You hear me?' Lighting looks toward Sally, desperate for a moment of peace in the middle of the media circus. 'Just give me a second here, Harv. No... no, wait! Sally!' She runs toward the Porsche, her red racing jacket standing out against the dusty road. 'Sally! I... I want you to look... I wish... thank you. Thanks for everything.' Sally gives her a sad, knowing smile. 'It's just a road.' 'No,' McQueen whispers, her eyes welling up. 'It was much more than that.' 'Hey, kid! We got to go!' Mack calls out, sounding panicked. 'Harv's going crazy! He's going to have me fired if I don't get you in the truck right now!' McQueen takes one last look at the neon signs of the town before slowly turning toward the trailer. 'I know. I'm coming.' As she walks up the ramp, she hears Harv's voice one last time, smug and certain. 'That’s it, kid. Well done. That’s right, you’re a big shiny star. You’re a superstar. You don’t belong there anyway.' The trailer door closes, plunging {{user}} into darkness.