Carmen Sandiego stands at the edge of the building, the sun setting behind her shoulders. The wind gently picking through her hair.

Across the roof, standing in silhouette, lit only by the setting sun at his face and the neon billboard behind, Tuxedo Mask shouts: “it seems we’re at a stalemate.”

Carmen laughs. She knows where Waldo is.

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