One peaceful Sunday morning, Tomoko's scream echoed in the apartment.
"Tomoko, what's the matter?"
"Jane! Jane! I... I can't believe this!"
"Calm down. Just tell me what happened."
Tomoko handed a letter to Jane.
Jane read it and...
"AARGH! Oh, you made it, Tomoko! You really did!"
"... What's my next move?"
"Are you kidding? You write. 'One Last Ticket was one of the best scripts that have been submitted. We have proposed some changes. Please note that the revised version must be turned in by 12 o'clock noon, this coming Wednesday.' But that's only three days from now. And it says you can't be late."
"I guess I'll just do what I have to do. Where am I supposed to bring it?"
"Um... the Longfield Theater."
"That's where the premiere of The Red Star is being held!"
"You are virtually invited. Oh, there's another page to this letter. Here."
Tomoko glanced through the next page and froze.
"What does it say?"
"Mr. Bernhardt's next musical is planned for this coming spring. Starring the Japanese top star... Mr. Ken Matsumoto."
"Ken Matsumoto? That's your father! That means you're writing a script for your father! Gosh! Talk about dreams coming true."
"This is incredible."
Tomoko picked up Charo and kissed him.
"And ever since you wandered into my life, things are getting better and better."
"My dream is coming true, too. I'm going to see Shota's father, on Wednesday."
"Are you happy for me, Charo? Thank you. Let's keep hoping for the best... for both of us."
After a small celebration, Tomoko went straight back to work.
"Oh, it's not as easy as I thought.... Whoops! I forgot to mail this flyer to the printer."
Besides her One Last Ticket script, Tomoko seemed to have another project going on. Because of this, she wasn't getting much sleep at all.
Still, she was in very high spirits.
"Okay, Charo. They want me to adjust the script with Ken Matsumoto specifically in mind. You want to know about him?"
"Well, first of all, he looks stern and rigid, definitely not the type you would walk up to at a party and start a conversation with. But then, once he smiles... there's something so sincere and.... Wait! That's what I need to add. Some more sincerity.... Yes, yes, yes."
Tuesday, the night before the deadline, Tomoko had fallen asleep at her desk again.
Charo was sitting there on her desk as if to protect her.
"Tomorrow, both our dreams will come true."
Then, Charo noticed a sheet of paper. It was the flyer that Tomoko had made.
It said, "Somebody know this dog? He is from Tokyo, Japan, and wants to get back. Any information appreciated."
Charo couldn't read but was clever enough to understand what Tomoko was trying to do, during the busiest time of her life.
Charo was deeply moved.
"Thank you, Tomoko. I'll never forget this. Tomorrow, I will be seeing Shota's father. I will be able to go home... this time for sure. Please don't worry if I don't come back to you tomorrow. I will ask Andorra to tell you what happen. Maybe I can even meet you again through our dreams."
Charo fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of both Tomoko's and Shota's smiles.