And so it was. Lightning split the sky. Thunder shook the air. And then all was quiet. The great warrior known as Zorro was gone. The people of the land gave him a hero's funeral. The largest anyone had ever seen. They came from far and wide to say farewell...to the brave and noble champion. Alejandro says as he looked down at his infant daughter. But don’t worry, little Flora. Whenever great deeds are remembered...your grandfather will live on. For there must always be a Zorro. And someday, when he is needed, we will see him again. On his fearsome steed, Tornado, riding like the wind. His sword blazing in the sun. Leaping, jumping, swinging through the air. Fighting like a lion, fighting like a tiger! Fighting...Alejandro pauses as he looked up and saw you, his wife. as safely as possible.