4 years later.

Spain, Madrid.

"Andre!" She screamed, "Come put on your shirt if you do not wanna get some ass whooping."

"No mum." The little boy giggled and ran down the stairs making Korina chase him.

"We are gonna be late." She growled, "I don't have time to play all day Andre."

"But I wanna play." The boy pouted and ran to hide beneath the tables.

Korina stood with hands at akimbo trying to find her son, "Andre! Andre!" Come out where ever you are." ...