"My my, aren't you a cute couple!" the old lady at the counter said in a conversational tone. "Are you on your honeymoon here?"

"Ah, er, actually, we're on a, er…"

"A tour" Hope helped out.

"Ahh yeah, right."

"Make sure you visit the Crystal City. It's beautiful there at this time of the year."

"I, er, think we might be skipping that…"

"What HE's saying" she interrupted "is that we thank you for your recommendation and we will certainly take it into consideration. In the meantime, can we get our tickets to Manehatten?"

(Hope, stop talking for me. I can do this.) he whispered as the old lady shuffled behind the shelves.

(We can't risk anyone recognizing you, Sombra, you know we can't go back to…)

They stopped when they saw the old lady re-emerge and eye them suspiciously.

"What did you say your name was again, young stallion?"

"Er, my name is…Som…um…Sombrero! That's right! Because we are…uh, Mexican dancers!"

He glanced sideways at Hope to see if this was okay, who was covering her eyes.

"Oh, how delightful! Are you going to perform here today? I'll call all the little colts and fillies around to watch!"

"Um…"



The legend of "Sombrero" is only just beginning…