[The "station" shifts once more... but this time, it doesn't sound like a clean, professional recording, something that could have been taken off any radio. There's a shoddiness to the quality, the kind that indicates a cell phone recording or similarly amateur audio clip, and the faint sound of murmured conversations and clinking glassware in the background. A live performance, perhaps, in some unremarkable little cafe or bar.]
[Perhaps Hector might know. After all... the voice singing in it is his.]
[Buenos tardes, buenos noches. Time to say goodbye and goodnight, old friend. You won't be staying here. It was time enough, and you almost made her smile.]
[Perhaps it's a mercy that she doesn't use Remember Me instead... or perhaps it's merely practical, for her.]
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[Perhaps Hector might know. After all... the voice singing in it is his.]
"To be here with you tonight brings me joy, que alegria..."
[Buenos tardes, buenos noches. Time to say goodbye and goodnight, old friend. You won't be staying here. It was time enough, and you almost made her smile.]
[Perhaps it's a mercy that she doesn't use Remember Me instead... or perhaps it's merely practical, for her.]
[After all, she'd rather he didn't.]