"Five minutes, we're leaving in five minutes," the bus driver called out.
Penelope took Theodoros' hands and looked into his sad eyes. "We must go now, Theodoros. Father, Father, can I come and visit again tomorrow morning?"
"Of course you can," he replied, "You are always welcome."
"Bye then Father ... Bye Theodoros. I'll see you tomorrow morning. All right? Bye."
"Bye Mom," whispered Theodoros, raising his hand timidly.
"All aboard?" asked the driver as he gave a last look, closed the bus doors, and drove off. Theodoros stood watching, waving his hand, until he lost sight of the bus.