A warm day in the Pyrenees.
Terence and Farky are at the top of the Col de Tourmelet, waiting for Belle.
Terence: What if she forgets us?
Farky: She won't.
Terence: You don't know everything.
Farky: I do. I got my teeth fixed.
Terence: What's that hole at the front then?
Farky: Gaius dropped one on the grass.
Terence: So where is it?
Farky: He couldn't find it.
Terence: You should have known where it was.
Farky: Shut up.
Terence: Ha ha. That's what people say when they've LOST.
Tourist (in red shorts): Hey! Are you that Lucky Dog?
Terence: No, he's a loser.
Red Short Tourist: And you're that holy cherub!
Polkadot Tourist: Yes! The one Contador saw in a vision.
Red Short Tourist: You jinxed him.
Polkadot Tourist: He had bad luck after that.
Terence: Yippee! Bad luck! I did it!
Red Short Tourist: Can I have a selfie?
Polkadot Tourist: Me too.
Belle roars up on a motor bike.
Belle: There you are! Have you two been good?
Red Short Tourist: Are they with you?
Belle: Yes.
Red Short Tourist: You should keep an eye on that one.
Belle: I do.
And now Sweezus rides over the top of the Col, followed by Arthur and Pablo.
Then Team Sky, looking after Chris Froome.
Now Team Tinkoff Saxo, taking care of Alberto Contador.
Alberto sees Terence, and smiles.
Maraviloso! A blessing.
The tourists are snapping.
Jinx or blessing? They don't know what to label their selfies.
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